42B Baker Street

Walking with lights in the air

The dark against the light

The old town is the kingdom

The new one is the singing place

Look at the beautiful faces

We’re here in 42B Baker Street

Love the dream and see them stomping feet

The patter of the pebbles

When the latter is the rebel

Always read the fable

Sing the independence

Fling the rest of ’em

It’s open to interpretation

What a strange sensation

You can hear the students

They’re dancing in the street

They could say it’s prudent

While I make pizza to eat

Love what you do; feel in your skin

Fun it is for sure; wash the sins

When essays are due; panic and shock

The sailings are blue; enough of this talk

Let’s enjoy the night; without a quarrel

Street is filled with fight; don’t stop purring

People have their plight; it’s always surly

Students dancing in bare feet

Only it’s 42B Baker Street