Whilst travelling fans
From West London
Work themselves up in to a blue funk.
Down on La Corso Sebastopoli*
The Old Lady clasps her shawl about her,
Making her way off in to the cold night,
Beaten but not disgraced.
She’s been here, many times before,
Deep down in her heart
She knows there’ll be other great night’s in Europe.
After all… Que se ra, se ra.