The train whistled, he got out
Broken strings and hidden score
An old woman screamed against him
Some fine on his car
Poor Robert! Poor Robert!
Poor Robert! Pooooooor Robert!
Way home, back to Lambrate!
Way home, back to Lambrate!
Back to Lambrate
All the roads were full of fog
His friends had to study hard
And his girlfriend tried it harder
The East End reclaimed
Poor Robert! Poor Robert!
Poor Robert! Pooooooor Robert!
Way home, back to Lambrate!
Way home, back to Lambrate!
Back to Lambrate