(Intro) [Chorus] Let me take you down to Strawberry Hill, It's such a thrill, I'll pay the bill, Nothing much to worry you, (Nothing much to worry you…) [Verse 1] I grew up where the river bends, Where the church bells lose their way, Where Eel Pie floats upon the Thames And the eels refuse to play. We kicked our balls through Marble Hill, Climbed trees beside the Green, And Walpole's funny Gothic house Was just another scene. Then one afternoon the pavement breathed, The sky became a door, The houses leaned across the road Like they'd never leaned before. A bus conductor winked at me: “Your ticket's good till June.” The sun came down to Strawberry Hill And asked me for a spoon. [Chorus] Let me take you down to Strawberry Hill, It's such a thrill, I'll pay the bill, Nothing much to worry you, (Nothing much to worry you.) [Verse 2] Old Horace built his castle there From towers, glass and gloom, With secret passages everywhere And ghosts in every room. He called it Strawberry Hill, Though strawberries weren't the thing— I saw the whole house growing legs And dancing in the spring. Alexander Pope came floating by Upon a silver chair, He said, “I've lost my villa, boy— Have you seen it anywhere?” I pointed towards the river, But the river pointed back, And every swan upon the Thames Was wearing a Union Jack [Bridge] The Green became a looking-glass, The looking-glass turned blue, (wooo…) The blue became a butterfly, The butterfly became you.(whooo…) I tried to tell the milkman, But he answered in perfume: “Don't worry, son, the walls are soft— They'll harden up by noon.” [Verse 3] Eel Pie Island started moving Like a record on the Thames, The houses sang in harmony, The lampposts played the stems... (Outro)
