Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune Upon his flute, toot, toot, toot, toot Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London Town People pass me by on my imaginary street Ordinary people, it's impossible to meet Holding conversations that are always incomplete Well, I don't know Oh, where are there places to go Someone somewhere has to know I don't know Out of work again, the actor entertains his wife With the same old stories of his ordinary life Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife Well, I don't know Oh, where are there places to go Someone somewhere has to know Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon I was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon About his foot, toot, toot, toot, toot Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London Town Someone somewhere has to know Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of London Town