Piccadilly Rambler

I'm the Piccadilly Rambler The streets are my pillow Up Shaftesbury Avenue Down Leicester Square I roam and I rove over London's fair city 'Til some jolly policeman says "Hey, piss off outta there" In a precinctal alleyway Where the rain cannot find me The cold wind and cold-hearted Leave my body alone I sleep and I dream Of my sweet independence And the freedom I've squandered Since I left my sad home I'm thе Piccadilly Rambler The streets are my pillow Up Shaftеsbury Avenue Down Leicester Square I'll happily toast To your health and good fortune So don't begrudge me a drink If you've a penny to spare If you've a penny to spare