Can I feel useless and low? Could I hide a chain of gold from your eyes? Sandy thinks he knows the trade All the games and the plays And the ways I make Do you believe in the first way to lend a hand? It's a second chance you never planned Just a close encounter that comes to mind A rummage sale you barely find And it's sold... you better believe it's freezing cold When it's sold... you better believe it's freezing cold Oh Whitehall! Whitehall women rejoice Tell us we're the ones with the most And hear the sounds of our voices We've been waiting for our host Brixton bunnies come in We can see the state you're in Nothing like a smiling face Oh what a waste you've been Clapham clown stop your frowning Let it go you're not alone The river may keep you drowning But south is only a home South is only a home