22 Acacia Avenue Lyrics

(the continuing saga of Charlotte the Harlot)
(Harris/Smith)

If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue
Meet a lady that I know

So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice

If you're waiting for a long time
For the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me
You might even get it free

So any time you're down the East End
Don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it
She'll teach you more than you can know

Charlotte can't you get out
From all of this madness?
Can't you see
It only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men
Don't you know the risk of getting disease?

Some day when you're reaching
The age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days
When you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more

22, the Avenue
That's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside
The red light's burning bright tonight

Charlotte isn't it time
You stopped this mad life?
Don't you ever think
About the bad times?
Why do you have to live this way?
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay?

Sometimes when you're strolling
Down the Avenue
The way you walk it makes me think
Of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you

22, the Avenue
That's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside
The red light's burning bright tonight

Beat her, mistreat her
Do anything that you please
Bite her, excite her
Make her get down on her knees
Abuse her, misuse her
She can take all that you've got
Caress her, molest her
She always does what you want

You're running away
Don't you know what you're doing?
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin?
Charlotte you've taken your life
And you've thrown it away
You believe that because
What you're earning
Your life's good don't you know
That is hurting...
All the people that love you
Don't cast them aside

All the men
That are constantly drooling
It's no life for you
Stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags
And you're coming with me