Well the sun beat down on
Mayfair
On the golden heart of the town
You could tell it was
touching the thirties
By the glacial beads on his brow
The golden heart of the town, said,
in all its splendour and charm
But only gold is finery,
your wallet has a firearm
Pop layin' behind him was
rollin' all the way up to
Marble
Arch
Rollers to drop -top
Benzes, but none of them
tugged at the heart
As soon as his nose pressed
the window of a
German dealership
The bulbous eyes of a 3 -5
-6 caught him and never let slip
She doesn't turn with much conviction
And her toggle leaks in the rain
But she comes with a boot full of stories
On an innocence hard
to contain
The man at the door entertained him
Though his shoes were falling apart
It had been slow from behind the desk
And he had facts to impart
They looked at the engine together
Air cooled and mounted in the rear
Flat four with dual carburettors
And thirsty in any gear
And just 40 ,000 on the clock she said,
she'll go for quite a price
There's an oligarch around the corner
who's been in to see her twice
Oh the secret lies in her age he said,
oh doesn't she look sinless
You could park her outside the door,
just to get all the interest
She doesn't turn as much conviction,
and her talker leaks in the red
But she comes with a boot full of stories,
out of innocence, hard to put to
And if I had the money,
I'd release her from her chains
Drive her through the streets of
Mayfair, turn around and
do it all again
It soon came time for closing,
hoping it wouldn't be for good
He bid adieu to the doorman
and the sky shone red as hell
He looked up and started dreaming of a three,
five, six of his own
As he mounted his bike and set off for the east side of
town by a mall of bone
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