The King of Stamford Hill lyrics
by David Bowie
The sewage
(In a west end city) In a west end city
Smells like daisies
(In Stamford Hill) In Stamford Hill
Ain't it f*cking curious
Some other c*nts are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill
The sewage
(In a west end city) In a west end city
Smells like daisies
(In Stamford Hill) In Stamford Hill
Ain't it f*cking curious
Some other c*nts are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill
Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face
Ain't it f*cking curious
Some other c*nts are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill
Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face
Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face