Stick your money in me pocket,
I'll fetch the suitcase from the van,
Cos if you want the bestes, but you dont ask questions, then,
Brother, I'm your man,
Cos where it all comes from is a mystery,
It's like the changing of the seasons and the tides of the sea,
But here's the one which('s) driving me beserk:
`Why do only fools and horses work?'
La-la, la- la-la, etc.
We've got some half-price cracked ice,
and miles and miles of carpet tiles,
TVs, deep freeze, and David Bowie LPs,
ball games, gold chains, what's-a-names, and at a push,
and Trevor Francis tracksuits, from a 'mush in Shepheard's Bush Bush BUSH BUSH BUSH BUSH.
No income tax, no VAT, no money back, no guarentee,
Black or white, rich or poor, we'll cut prices at a straw.
God bless Hookey Street,
Viva Hookey Street,
Long live Hookey Street,
Same un-de-feat-ed Hookey Street,
un-de-feat-ed Hookey Street,
Hookey Street, Hookey Street, etc.