I'd walk across the m.1.
I'd trek through the amazon
I'd be a spanish matador, nowt would be too risky for me
I'd loop the loop in a jumbo
I'd box with frankie bruno
I could do anything, dance in a lions den
But i'm never gonna walk up elmwood street again

Chorus:
There's a slag, there's a trollop up elmwood street
A man's not safe to walk up there alone
A dirty bag, there's a trollop up elmwood street
There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up elmwood street

I'd fence with a sword that was blunt
I'd hitch a lift from james hunt
I could do anything....

Chorus... (guitar bit)

Chorus...say no more.