SINGER: Rolf Harris

SONG:Down Below

When you're working in the dark,
down below,
underneath st james's park,
down below.
when you're working in the dark.
oh, it isn't half a lark,
when you're working in the dark,
down below.
It isn't hard to tell,
down below.
if it's bow or clerkenwell,
down below,
for bow and clerkenwell
have a diff'rent kind of smell
and we know it very well,
down below.
Over covent garden way,
down below.
in the merry month of may,
down below.
the fragrance of the flow'rs
gives us many happy hours
and we sing a roundelay
down below.
The objects that we find
down below
help to entertain the mind
down below.
there are watches we can't wind
wrapped up in bacon rind
and that isn't all you find
down below.
When you're under floral street,
down below,
with the water 'round your feet,
down below.
'mid the cabbages and beet
you may find a marguerite,
and the thought is very sweet,
down below.
Hatton garden is a spot
down below.
where we like to go a lot,
down below.
since a bloke in leather lane
dropp'd a diamond down the drain
we've been waiting, but in vain,
down below.
When to billingsgate we come,
down below.
when to billingsgate we come,
down below.
when to billingsgate we come
then things begin to hum
and we wish we'd never come
down below.
There is something in a sewer
down below.
that has a strange allure
down below.
the magic of the drains
is a thing you can't explain
but it's calling us again
down below.