Sometimes London don't seem that appealing
Maybe your lover is living in Deptford
Going underground, head'll start to pound
When you take a bus, then you'll start to cuss
Maybe even swear a little bit
But we've all been to Pimlico
It's got a lovely gallery
Christopher Robin said buy me a pie, sir
Cockles and mussels, they'll help you forget her
We could take a trip on an open bus
We could fall in love, just the three of us
I wouldn't call the cops
Because we've all been to Pimlico
It's the kind of place lovers like to go
You'd better take your passport
Because you won't believe the dreams they've got to sell to you
Piles of bricks, yes any rubbish seems to do
If it were hung upside-down I couldn't tell
I don't know about you but we've all been to Pimlico
Living in London's not so bad, my old fruit
Maida Vale, Tim Brooke-Taylor and Loot
Going underground, head'll start to pound
When you take a bus, then you'll start to cuss
Maybe even swear a little bit
But we've all been to Pimlico
Why not take your family?
Because you won't believe the dreams they've got to sell to you
Piles of bricks, yes any rubbish seems to do
Any old iron? Listen to Brian
I don't know about you but we've all been had
Oh we've all (thank you) been to Pimlico
It's the kind of place lovers like to go
And if you don't, you will never know
It's got a lovely gallery
It's got a lovely gallery