Lyrics:

"Get aboard the last train to Skaville"

A windmill stands in the city of spades
The Effra River flows under Granville Arcade

Old dogs in cold harbour have fond memories
Remember the days, this was Viking country
Natives blacks and werewolves, yeah, we got it all
Every kind of exotic friut on the market stall

Those drums keep on pounding
Since they moved in down the street
Cold wet surroundings
The cops don't like the beat

No no

Cost of bread is rising, the area's run down
They painted up the brickwork, they painted up the town

While my brother dug the ramjam, I got flea-pit matinees
And we'd catch the number 2, go up West for the day
Tighten Up, volume 2, sound system bon marché
Riots on Jebb Avenue, down Marcus Garvey Way

Those drums keep on pounding
Since they moved in down the street
Cold wet surroundings
The cops don't like the beat

No no

A windmill stands in the city of spades
The Effra River flows under Granville Arcade

There's Christmas lights on Railton Road, it looks like Oxford Street
If Santa's got electric goods, he'd better have receipts
I got no airs and graces, always been this way
After all I come from Brixton what else can I say

"Just watching, calm down"

"Oh, sweet Lord"