I had a basement flat
Off Portobello Road
In my cowboy hat
Down the Grove I strode
With my buckled boots
And my blue striped pants
I knew how to groove
I didn't know how to dance
I wore a teenage rockabilly
Coat from Johnston's
My head full of lyrics, wonder
Love and magic, stuff and nonsense
The counter-culture was fading
But echoed everywhere
Rastas promenading
Reefer smoke on the air
Behind my wooden door
I'd blast out my sounds
On my back on the floor
With the lights all down
Like Dorothy adrift
In the land of Oz
Sometimes I'd open my eyes
And wonder where the hell I was
Off Portobello Road
In my cowboy hat
Down the Grove I strode
With my buckled boots
And my blue striped pants
I knew how to groove
I didn't know how to dance
I wore a teenage rockabilly
Coat from Johnston's
My head full of lyrics, wonder
Love and magic, stuff and nonsense
The counter-culture was fading
But echoed everywhere
Rastas promenading
Reefer smoke on the air
Behind my wooden door
I'd blast out my sounds
On my back on the floor
With the lights all down
Like Dorothy adrift
In the land of Oz
Sometimes I'd open my eyes
And wonder where the hell I was
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