Muswell Hillbilly

Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got They're gonna try and make me change my way of living But they'll never make me something that I'm not Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy but my heart lies in old West Virginia Never seen New Orleans Oklahoma Tennessee Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen They're putting us in little boxes No character just uniformity They're trying to build a computerised community But they'll never make a zombie out of me They'll try and make me study elocution Because they say my accent isn't right They can clear the slums as part of their solution But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy But my heart lies in Old West Virginia Though my hills are not green I have seen them in my dreams Take me back to those Black Hills That I have never seen