Billy Bentley (Promenades Himself In London) lyrics

(One, two, three, four ........) Hello, playmates Here's a little London song All about a young man's adventures in the big city Here we go Billy Bentley, bought to London early in the day Half a quid, mate Stand to reason Hold your horses How's your father? Well, cor blimey Wotcha, cheeky Move along there See the show, sir Nice time, ducky You'll be lucky Billy Bentley, he's a course and a flippin' state Billy Bentley, take your father in the afternoon Down the Grove Up the Archway Kilburn High Road Dalston Junction Clapham Common Ealing Broadway Cambridge Circus Hyde Park Corner Covent Garden I beg your pardon Billy Bentley, golden platter and a dirty spoon Billy Bentley, day in London soon to disappear Shocking headache Well despondent Starving hungry Bleeding taters What a karma Double lonely Fucking Ada All me marbles Charming weather Bloody clever Billy Bentley, all the winners don't you like it here? Hold very tight, please (ding ding)