Piccadilly Lyrics

by Adam And The Ants

Down in Piccadilly
Down in West One
They dress like Laurence Harvey
The immaculate son

She looks good and lovely
A sight for all to see
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen

He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can

Down in Piccadilly
Down in West One
Drinking cups of coffee
In Fortnum and Mason

She looks good and lovely
Trained in luxury
(She's trained, she's trained)
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen

He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can

Lock up your daughters
Lock up your daughters
Lock up your daughters
Lock up your daughters

Down in Piccadilly
Down in West One
If you're really lucky
You'll see Francis Bacon

He paints good and lovely
A sight for all to see
In a world you could get lost in
Eighty

Lock up your daughters
Lock up your daughters

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(It's real what they feel, no doubt about it)

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(Get rich quick and live to count it)

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(It's real what they feel, no doubt about it)

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(Get rich quick and live to count it)

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(It's real what they feel, no doubt about it)