At the A & R in Charing Cross Road

you'd have to mind your P's & Q's

 

Behave right - no T shirts, jeans or trainers

or it was goodnight

when you hit the long stairs

two floors down to the pavement.

 

You'd see Ronnie Knight

various heavies, luminaries of street trade,

drinks at bargain prices, 

cash at all times. 

 

A drummer mate of mine

low of brow, bit simple but brave,

brown eyes that beguiled,

(his sister done time)

sold me some bent gear, top grade stuff.

The fuzz turned a blind eye. 

 

Round the corner, you could get

Danish porn, behind curtains

on chipboard shelves, easy peasy,

strong stuff and hearty. 

That's the way it was

'til waves went round the law,

greedy bastards spoiled it all. 

 

Something about public morals I believe. 

 

At the A & R the word was out,

the Krays still had influence

on the inside, but time rung them out. 

 

In them times you could park for small change -

happy days.