Lyrics
Down on Leicester Square, in the rain
Where the rubbish comes in piles
And the art comes in spades
Down on Leicester Square, in the rain
The night time drifts in
Despite the luminescence
It covers a whole manner of dark things
The night time drifts in
Covers a whole manner of dark and small things
When I round the corner I turn to my very well-known comrade
And I say
There liеs a dustman, there lies thе popcorn, sir
So, there lies the director and his clapper-board clapper
My public needs its images
My public needs its confidences
And I'm in love, I'm in love
With a British film-star
You demand and I supply it