Lyrics:

The paper's hangin' off the walls
There's roaches dancin' in the halls
You still pay a fortune to crawl down Misery Street
The euthanasia dream brigade
Are melting in the Hampstead shade
The zombies of life, they parade down Misery Street
So come on over with something to do, baby
I need the company
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3
Why do we stay here? God only knows
It's not the scenery
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3
Greetings now from Shitsville, London
And all my neighbours disappear
The second that I get too near
I stick out like elephant ears on Misery Street
It gets so hard to sleep at night
The left of me, the drunks still fight
While sirens scream off to the right, down Misery Street
So come on over with something to do, baby
I need the company
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3
Why do we stay here? God only knows
It's not the scenery
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3
Greetings now from Shitsville, London

The heating's set on sauna and the carpet's gettin' thin
My vacuum cleaner's blowin' out instead of suckin' in
I drink myself to coma so that sleep escapes the din
And start this shit all over again
So now I got a brand new day
To tackle in the same old way
The duckin' and divin' of bills that arrive
In their seemingly hundreds to pay
So come on over with something to do, baby
I need the company
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3
Why do we stay here? God only knows
It's not the scenery
Greetings now from Shitsville, North West 3
Greetings now from Shitsville, London
Greetings now from Shitsville, London
Greetings now from Shitsville, London