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I try to breathe I try to breathe But all I get Is a lung full of fumes From an old Chevette. This cold's been hanging around for years I try to eat. I try to eat But all I can buy Is a piece of tough meat That's red with the dye This cold's been hanging around for years I love Lambeth With all the dirt on the streets There's no better place for your feet If you were a beetle Or if you were a tsetse fly This would be heaven I need some space I need some space But in the day The streets are all crowded For a long holiday These kids've been hanging around for years. And I love Lambeth With all the poison in the air There's no better place for your hair If you were a lizard Or Telly Savalas This would be heaven I need a walk I need a walk but wherever I go There's the smell of the putrid And the feel of a hole This pain's been hanging around for years I love Lambeth With all the mud on its face For romance there's no better place If you were a hydra Or the Bishop of Durham This would be heaven