Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Portobello Road, artist - Cat Stevens. Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Song language: English
Portobello Road |
| Getting hung up all day on smiles |
| Walking down portobello road for miles |
| Greeting strangers in indian boots, |
| yellow ties and old brown suits |
| Growing old is my only danger |
| Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks |
| Lampshades of old antique leather |
| Nothing looks weird, not even a beard |
| or the boots made out of feathers |
| I’ll keep walking miles til I feel |
| a broom beneath my feet |
| or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street |
| Nothings the same if you see it again |
| it’ll be broken down to litter |
| Oh, and the clothes |
| everyone know that that dress will never fit her |
| Getting hung up all day on smiles |
| Walking down portobello road for miles |
| Greeting strangers in indian boots, |
| yellow ties and old brown suits |
| Growing old is my only danger |
| Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks |
| Lampshades of old antique leather |
| Nothing looks weird, not even a beard |
| or the boots made out of feathers |
| I’ll keep walking miles til I feel |
| a broom beneath my feet |
| or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street |
| Nothing’s the same if you see it again |
| It’ll be broken down to litter |
| Oh, and the clothes |
| everyone know that that dress will never fit her |
| Getting hung up all day on smiles |
| Walking down portobello road for miles |
| Greeting strangers in indian boots, |
| yellow ties and old brown suits |
| Growing old is my only danger |