I saw you in the haberdashery
Trying on hats to suppress your peculiar and heady thoughts
There you are nearing the bakery
c latte and scone, delight so easily bought
I call you Mr Tom Foolery
c dance and a laugh, Chiswick's like your whimsical and farcical plot

On the streets of Chiswick
The sultry and sad
The rich and the mad
On the streets of Chiswick
You don't have a care
Life has a flair
On the streets of Chiswick
Never rest cavort with the best
On the streets of Chiswick

I will see you around
We'll be pleasure bound
The funny and profound
On the streets of Chiswick.

Mr Tom talks to the Minister
Football scores and how trying not to sin is the most tedious bore
You'd think he wants to do something sinister
Killing a cat but Mr Tom's only desire
Is to be the king

Of The streets of Chiswick
The silly and glam
Madames and prams
On the streets of Chiswick
You don't have a care life has a flair
On the streets of Chiswick
Never rest sing with the best
On the streets of Chiwsick

I will see you around
We'll be pleasure bound
Even if it's pissing down
On the streets of Chiswick

Miss Sally Clive works at the pharmacy
She Bumps into Tom and giggles at his flirtatious style
Though Sally Clive's not in her finery
They dance in the wig and shampoo aisle

On the streets of Chiswick
The sultry and sad
The brilliant and mad
On the streets of Chiswick
You don't have a care
Like has a flair
On the streets of Chiswick
Never rest sing with the best
On the streets of Chiswick

I will see you around
We will be pleasure bound
The funny and profound
On the streets of Chiswick