Little Miss Portobello - Kevin Coyne
Little Miss Portobello sitting on your own
Sitting by the jukebox nobody loves you none
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Your mother's waiting high on a country hill
Your father's anticipating he's still crying still
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Wrestling with your conscience what on earth can you do
Nowhere to sleep nowhere to eat
Lonely ragged and blue
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Ah I know how it feels
I know how you rock and reel
You wanted a city painted with gold
You wanted to live till you were old
Lots of money and lots of fame
But nobody cares (who's to blame )
Cares (who's to blame )
The sh*t is hard the city's hard
The sh*t is hard hard yes it's hard
Yes it's hard yes it's hard
Yes it's hard yes it's hard
it's hard Alright
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Oooh oooh go home
Go back home go back home
Home home home home home home home