Oh it's the crooked leg, the crooked mile The hotel lift and a menacing smile The energy of an itinerant child To catch a glimpse of Mr Oscar Wilde Waterborn, Southend on Sea Twisted, bent, disability Lord Upminster, Bo Diddley and Richard the Third With the most unroyal mouth that you've ever heard He's never gonna do it, oh he has and all They're smiling politely, but they're really appalled And it's turned out oranges and lemons again All three bells in a row We're in and out of the Eagle And up and down the City Road Sweet Gene Vincent, mean old Ronnie Kray The low-slung slouch of the bird of prey Trouser pocket boys in unromantic places Cigarettes falling from their sallow faces He's never gonna do it, oh he has and all They're smiling politely, but they're really appalled And it's turned out oranges and lemons again All three bells in a row We're in and out of the Eagle And up and down the City Road Lurking in the doorway of every town Rough kids rally with their sorrows drowned Burnt out faces and their ash-tray eyes Up goes the cry through the perforated skies He's never gonna do it, oh he has and all They're smiling politely, but they're really appalled And it's turned out oranges and lemons again All three bells in a row We're in and out of the Eagle And up and down the City Road Turned out oranges and lemons again All three bells in a row We're in and out of the Eagle And up and down the City Road