Muswell Hillbilly

Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning
I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes
She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me
I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die

They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow
Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got
They're gonna try and make me change my way of living
But they'll never make me something that I'm not

' Cause I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy
But my heart lies in old West Virginia
Never seen Nеw Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee
Still I drеam of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen

They're putting us in little boxes
No character just uniformity
They're trying to build a computerised community
But they'll never make a zombie out of me

They'll try and make me study elocution
Because they say my accent isn't right
They can clear the slums as part of their solution
But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride

'Cause I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia
Though my hills, they're not green
I've seen them in my dreams
Take me back to those Black Hills
That I ain't never seen

Well I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia
Though my hills, they're not green
I've seen them in my dreams
Take me back to those Black Hills
That I ain't never seen