Portobello Road (Stereo Version)
๐ต 756 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:29 duration
๐ ID: 3128821
๐ Lyrics
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
Cuckoo clocks
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
Cuckoo clocks
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.17] Getting hung up all day on smiles
[00:10.79] Walking down portobello road for miles
[00:13.61] Greeting strangers in Indian boots
[00:17.24] Yellow ties and old brown suits
[00:20.00] Growing old is my only danger
[00:23.98] Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
[00:26.57] Lampshades of old antique leather
[00:29.07] Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
[00:32.88] Or the boots made out of feathers
[00:36.24] I'll keep walking miles til I feel
[00:39.40] A broom beneath my feet
[00:41.13] Or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
[00:48.11] Nothing's the same if you see it again
[00:50.42] It'll be broken down to litter
[00:53.34] Oh, and the clothes
[00:55.24] Everyone know that that dress will never fit her
[00:57.17]
[01:12.14] Getting hung up all day on smiles
[01:14.41] Walking down portobello road for miles
[01:17.56] Greeting strangers in Indian boots
[01:21.39] Yellow ties and old brown suits
[01:24.27] Growing old is my only danger
[01:27.90] Cuckoo clocks
[01:58.57]
[00:10.79] Walking down portobello road for miles
[00:13.61] Greeting strangers in Indian boots
[00:17.24] Yellow ties and old brown suits
[00:20.00] Growing old is my only danger
[00:23.98] Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
[00:26.57] Lampshades of old antique leather
[00:29.07] Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
[00:32.88] Or the boots made out of feathers
[00:36.24] I'll keep walking miles til I feel
[00:39.40] A broom beneath my feet
[00:41.13] Or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street
[00:48.11] Nothing's the same if you see it again
[00:50.42] It'll be broken down to litter
[00:53.34] Oh, and the clothes
[00:55.24] Everyone know that that dress will never fit her
[00:57.17]
[01:12.14] Getting hung up all day on smiles
[01:14.41] Walking down portobello road for miles
[01:17.56] Greeting strangers in Indian boots
[01:21.39] Yellow ties and old brown suits
[01:24.27] Growing old is my only danger
[01:27.90] Cuckoo clocks
[01:58.57]