There's A Trollop Up Elmwood Street

I'd walk across the M.1.

I'd trek through the Amazon

I'd be a spanish matador,

Now't would be too risky for me



I'd loop the loop in a Jumbo

I'd box with Frankie Bruno

I could do anything, dance in a lions den

But I'm never gonna

Walk up Elmwood Street again



There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street

A man's not safe to walk up there alone

A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street

There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street



I'd fence with a sword that was blunt

I'd hitch a lift from James Hunt

I could do anything, dance in a lions den

But I'm never gonna

Walk up Elmwood Street again



There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street

A man's not safe to walk up there alone

A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street

There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street



There's a slag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street

A man's not safe to walk up there alone

A dirty bag, there's a trollop up Elmwood Street

There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up Elmwood Street

Say no more!