Leg Room

Down on Leicester Square, in the rain Where the rubbish comes in piles And the art comes in spades Down on Leicester Square, in the rain The night time drifts in Despite the luminescence It covers a whole manner of dark things The night time drifts in Covers a whole manner of dark and small things When I round the corner I turn to my very well-known comrade And I say There liеs a dustman, there lies thе popcorn, sir So, there lies the director and his clapper-board clapper My public needs its images My public needs its confidences And I'm in love, I'm in love With a British film-star You demand and I supply it