Portobello Road - Cat Stevens
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Portobello Road Lyrics
Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only dangerCuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathersI'll keep walking miles 'til I feel
A broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes of an
Old stuffed bull across the streetNothings the same if you see it again
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes
Everyone know that that dress will never fit herGetting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only dangerCuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathersI'll keep walking miles 'til I feel
A broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes of an
Old stuffed bull across the streetNothing's the same if you see it again
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes
Everyone know that that dress will never fit herGetting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger