Oh won’t you take a short walk with me We’ll stroll down to the Seven Dials And by the light of the waning moon We’ll see strange people and strange times (And what strange times)
It really doesn’t matter where I’ve been I can only tell you what I’ve seen And it may come now as some surprise To see what’s really going on in my eyes Where the rookeries narrow alleys Seven Dials to count all the days And of the stranger with enquiring face For each to catch the circling rays (Circling rays)
It really don’t matter what he’s seen But can he really tell you where he’s been And it will come now as no surprise To see what’s really going on in his eyes
Make yourself warm come inside There’s no slight intended, well, nothing implied An invitation to sit side by side With the thief, and the beggar, and even the snide There’s no pretence, nothing to hide
He dwells on every single corner Tries every winding street in vain The overcrowded tenement gaze And doubles back his weary steps again (Steps again)
Oh, make yourself warm come inside There’s no slight intended nothing implied An invitation to sit side by side With a thief, a beggar, even the snide
Make yourself warm come inside Strap yourself in we’re going for a ride No pretence, nothing to hide The thief and the beggar, the jilted bride
Make yourself warm come inside No pretence, nothing to hide Make yourself warm come inside Make yourself warm come inside