Trouble on Oxford Street

There was trouble on Oxford Street
I lost a little blood and a couple of teeth
There was hassle on Oxford Street
Learnt a little lesson to watch my cheek
Past Piccadilly and just past drunk
I ruffled the hair of a couple of punks
And there was panic on Oxford Street
Among the mist of the drink and the fists and the feet
There was trouble on Oxford Street my sweet
There was trouble on Oxford Street
It went off like Krakatoa
Like Rocky Balboa
I didn’t know where I was
Please excuse the bruises
Drink got me into this
I didn’t know where I was
There was tension on Oxford Street
On the last night bus to the A&E
Oh, it must have been such a pretty sight
Signing on with a blackened eye
There was trouble on Oxford Street my sweet
There was trouble on Oxford Street my sweet
It went off like Krakatoa
Like Rocky Balboa
I didn’t know where I was
Please excuse the bruises
Drink got me into this
I didn’t know where I was
There was trouble on Oxford Street my sweet
Pushed my luck and it knocked me off my feet
There was trouble on Oxford Street
I lost a little blood and a couple of teeth
There was hassle on Oxford Street
Learnt a little lesson to watch my cheek
It went off like Krakatoa
Like Rocky Balboa
I didn’t know where I was
Please excuse the bruises
Drink got me into this
I didn’t know where I was
It went off like Krakatoa
Like Rocky Balboa
I didn’t know where I was
Please excuse the bruises
Drink got me into this
I didn’t know where I was