The Old Main Drag

The Pogues

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When I first came to London I was only sixteen
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With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
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I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
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And I soon ended up on the old main drag

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There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
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And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
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In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver
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For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag

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In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
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But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
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If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg
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There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag


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One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
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I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
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Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
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And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag

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In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out
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Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
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And the coppers would come along and push them about
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And I wished I could escape from the old main drag

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And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze
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I've been spat on and shat on and raped and abused
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I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
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For some money to take me from the old main drag