transmission of any kind.
do not duplicate. not for rental.

Walking down the sidewalk
on a purple afternoon,

I was accosted by a barker
playing a simple tune
upon his flute, toot, toot, toot, toot.

Silver rain was fallin' down
upon the dirty ground of London Town.

People pass me by on my imaginary street,
ordinary people it's impossible to meet,

holdin' conversations
that are always incomplete.
Well, I don't know.

Oh, where are there places to go?
Someone, somewhere, has to know.
I don't know.

Out of work again, the actor entertains his wife
with the same old stories of his ordinary life.

Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife.
Well, I don't know.

Oh, where are there places to go?
Someone, somewhere, has to know.

Crawlin' down the pavement
on a Sunday afternoon,

I was arrested by a rozzer
wearing a pink balloon
about his foot, toot, toot, toot, toot.

Silver rain was fallin' down
upon the dirty ground of London Town.
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh.

Someone, somewhere, has to know.
Silver rain was fallin' down
upon the dirty ground of London Town.