Any place where bread pops, playing on the jukeboxWalk onIf the beer garden's fullAnd everyone's on the poolThen walk onAll the ale is craftAnd the gin arrived by raftThen walk onSteel shadowsDown on the posh side of townThen walk onIf it's pointless on TVAnd the bomber's half asleepThen slow downIf it's dominoes and dotsRocks don't blame carsThen slow downSo walk on with hope in your heartYou'll find yourself a much better placeOr slow down and pop in for oneIn a bar where no one knows your faceWalk on, slow downWalk on, slow downWalk on, slow downPlease, please kill meThe Beatles are on TVWalk onIt's a one of a wild spotalonews, then make up your excuse and walk on, be chuffed with Brian and Jeff, though allit's a sudden death, then walk on, and the people stood above, talking makes a car, thenwalk on, but if a slightly tasteless joke, comes out from a pile of smoke, then slow down,they did cause not changing years, and last daughters met with tears, then slow down,so walk on with hope in your heart,you'll find yourself a much better place,oh, slow down, I'm popping for one, in a bar where no one even knows your face,walk on, slow down, walk on, slow down, walk on, slow down, walk on, slow down,Slow down.If the toilets smell okayAnd they're serving food all dayWalk onIf there's Porsches parked outsideLet Jesus be your guideWalk onLet Jesus be your guide