The Popes - Holloway Boulevard lyrics
rate mePlatinum rogues in stolen clothes teaching others how to pose
All they're doing is wearin' out their brogues
A Poor small guy from the west stripped down to his vest
Doggie Dordon in his Sunday best
The nightlife the music and the bars
The hookers the dealers in their cars
All lying in the gutter looking at the stars
To night on Holloway Boulevard
The Red Room the smell of Brut old boys in electric soup
Black girls in high heeled boots
From Upper Street to Archway Towers bondage to golden showers
All you need to while away the hours
The nightclubs the bookies and the bars
The schemers the dreamers and the hards
All lying in the gutter looking at the stars
Tonight on Holloway Boulevard
The winos and losers at the cards
The buskers just beggars with guitars
All lying in the gutter looking at the stars
Tonight on Holloway Boulevard
From the Norfolk Arms to the Brewery Tap
from the Favourite to the Workman's Tap
Everywhere you go you can hear the old one's laugh
Tonight on Holloway
Tonight on Holloway
Tonight on Holloway Boulevard
