Muswell Hillbilly (Live)

Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning,
Im gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes,
She wore her Sunday hat so shed impress me,
Im gonna carry her memory til the day I die.
Theyll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow,
Photographs and souvenirs are all Ive got,
Theyre gonna try and make me change my way of living,
But theyll never make me something that Im not.
Cos Im a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
but my heart lies in old West Virginia,
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee,
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I aint never seen.
Theyre putting us in little boxes,
No character just uniformity,
Theyre trying to build a computerised community,
But theyll never make a zombie out of me.
Theyll try and make me study elocution,
Because they say my accent isnt right,
They can clear the slums as part of their solution,
But theyre never gonna kill my cockney pride.
Cos Im a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia,
Though my hills are not green,
I have seen them in my dreams,
Take me back to those Black Hills,
That I have never seen.