When we were young She was always so far away So frightfully expensive Only the filthy rich and the lucky Winner of some fixed-up lottery Could visit and return Exotic as the rings of Saturn We'd gather round like pliant moons Waiting for a tale or a boon A trinket, a throwaway toy Something special... Going to a broad, for special favour Going to a broad, can't get it at home Going to a broad, your pocket is poorer But she's got the streets and the 'scrapers Baby Guinness and those fried po-taters Oh how we crave her love... Crave her love! Now we play rock n' roll And she's still the pin-up star A model with the right assets Still only the filthy rich and the lucky Winner of some fixed-up lottery Could go and play and bask for a while In her indulgent smile And if she deigns a pat on the back Oh we are lost, alas and alack What do we do We've got to go Going to a broad, for special favour Going to a broad, can't get it at home Going to a broad, your pocket is poorer But she's got the streets and the 'scrapers Baby Guinness and those fried po-taters Oh how we crave her love... Crave her love! Crave her love, crave her love Crave her love, crave her love Crave her love, crave her love Got to, yes I've got to, go to abroad Got to, yes I've got to, go to abroad Got to, yes I've got to, go to abroad Got to, yes I've got to, go to abroad