Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night I heard a siren from

Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I kissed my girl by the factory wall Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Spring's a girl from the streets at night I heard a siren from