Oh, won't you take a short walk with me We'll stroll down to the Seven Dials
And by the light of the waning moon We'll see strange people and strange times
And what strange times It really doesn't matter where I've been
I can only tell you what I've seen And it may come now as some surprise
To see what's really going on in life Where the rookery's in narrow alleys
Seven Dials to count all the days And of the stranger we've enquired a phrase
For each to catch the circling rays Circling rays
It really doesn't matter what he's seen I can only really tell you where he's been
And it will come now as no surprise To see what's really going on in his eyes
Make yourself warm, come inside There's no slight intended, well nothing implied
An invitation to sit side by side With the thief and the beggar and even the sly
There's no pretense, nothing to hide
He dwells on every single corner Tries every winding street in vain
The overcrowded town goes And dabbles back his weary steps again
Steps again
Make yourself warm, come inside There's no slight intended, well nothing implied
An invitation to sit side by side With the thief and the beggar and even the sly
Make yourself warm, come inside Strap yourself in, we're going for a ride
No pretense, nothing to hide The thief and the beggar, the jilted bride
Make yourself warm, come inside No pretense, nothing to hide
Make yourself warm, come inside Make yourself warm, come inside