Am G C F
We arrived in December and London was cold
C G
We stayed in the bars
F
Along Charing Cross Road
Am G C F
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
C G
Kept the shine on the bar
F G
With the sleeves of our coats
Chorus
G C G
You'll have to excuse me I'm not at my best
C F
I've been gone for a week
G
I've been drunk since I left
G C G
These so called vacations Will soon be my death
C F
I'm so sick from the drink
G C
I need home for a rest
Euston Station the train journey North
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dikes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
CHORUS
By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
Her rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
CHORUS
The gas heater's empty it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon