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Portobello Road (Stereo Version)

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 till 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 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 till 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

Songwriters

ISLAM, YUSUF/FOWLEY, KIM /Published by

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