Waterloo Lily - Caravan

The view — Sixth Avenue

The legs of Waterloo Lily

Black tights for dark nights

On a trip through Picadilly

If you knew the kind of glue

She gums her eyelids with

Realise, on those eyes

That’s a gum you’d rather not use

From a jar, in the house of Waterloo Lily

Painted red, the double bed

The biggest in the city

Especially sprung, hung undone

To stimulate delight

Sex machines seem but clean

She does things, you call her true

Waterloo Lily’s got enough to turn us all on

Got a bra to fit a car

A port upon her back you warm your feet on

A corset keeps her in

So when you pull a string it lets it all out

Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly blue

Pint of white on Lily’s lip

The daily upper door

Down the caff, a cup of char

Double dogwalk, brown and British

Imagine you and Lily too

Aboard a double bunk

Riding two, it’s out of view

All the things your sister won’t…

Waterloo Lily’s got enough to turn us all on

Got a bra to fit a car

A port upon her back you warm your feet on

A corset keeps her in

So when you pull a string it lets it all out

Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly blue