Text: Pete Townshend. Street In The City.

Street in the city
Street in the city on a working day
Street in the city
Street in the city on a working day

There's a man up on that ledge he's only cleaning windows
What a shame, who's to blame, for the pain with his sin
Going to lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall

See that man going in the bank with a blue suit?
He's carrying a bag full of very important papers
There's old Mac trying to busk with his new flute
Did you read about the Cambridge raper?

Street in the city
Street in the city on a working day
Street in the city
Street in the city on a working day

Those girls pass every day they seem to think I'm funny
It's just a game that they're playing
Till they can claim their personal man
Gonna lean back on my wall and pray for her knickers to fall

See that woman with a bun in her hair?
Don't she know that ain't still done anywhere?
See that man going in the Wig and Pen?
He was charged with telling lies again

I see the world go by as I lean against my wall
I watch as Fleet Street makes new heroes rise and fall
The news is written in the eyes of us all
On is a sinner one is a saint but most of us worry about showing up late

I'm gonna lean back on my wall and pray for him to fall

Street in the city
Street in the city on a working day
Street in the city
Street in the city on a working day

There's a man up on that ledge he's only cleaning windows
What a shame, who's to blame for the pain?