Originally posted by cashthetrashI woke up in a Soho doorway
Who are you?
A policeman knew my name
He said, 'You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away'
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair
I took the Tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin
I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way