I took a walk down New York avenue
Wearing my latest disguise
Enjoying the perfume of utter dismay
I was effectively anaesthetised
Starving so arrogantly in jumble-sale clothes
Evangeline hires out my throat
We’ve got the streets of London wrapped in our beds
Nagasaki in our own coats
We’re the wide boys
Up on the streets
Wide boys
Ah, go on and meet me
Wide boys
Delightfully unpleasant
With the foxy adolescent (???)
Tired of being put down
Broken-hearted my life (???) started
Tired of being cut down
All your illusions disillusioned (???)
Wide boys
Up on the streets
Wide boys