The Popes - Holloway Boulevard lyrics

Platinum 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