Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill;
Rolling slowly up there still, uh-huh.
Waterloo and Clerkenwell,
Out to Aldgate East as well, uh-huh.
On a clear night you can see
Where the rails used to be.
Oh, it seems like ancient myth
They once ran to Hammersmith.
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Through Electric Avenue,
Brixton, down in southwest too, uh-huh.
Teddington and Kennington,
Twickenham and Paddington, uh-huh.
In the blitz they never closed
Though they blew up half the roads.
Oh, it hurts me just to see 'em
Going dead in a museum.
Ah...
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
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Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill;
Rolling slowly up there still, uh-huh.
Waterloo and Clerkenwell,
Out to Aldgate East as well, uh-huh.
On a clear night you can see
Where the rails used to be.
Oh, it seems like ancient myth
They once ran to Hammersmith.
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Through Electric Avenue,
Brixton, down in southwest too, uh-huh.
Teddington and Kennington,
Twickenham and Paddington, uh-huh.
In the blitz they never closed
Though they blew up half the roads.
Oh, it hurts me just to see 'em
Going dead in a museum.
Ah...
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill;
Rolling slowly up there still, uh-huh.
Waterloo and Clerkenwell,
Out to Aldgate East as well, uh-huh.
On a clear night you can see
Where the rails used to be.
Oh, it seems like ancient myth
They once ran to Hammersmith.
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Through Electric Avenue,
Brixton, down in southwest too, uh-huh.
Teddington and Kennington,
Twickenham and Paddington, uh-huh.
In the blitz they never closed
Though they blew up half the roads.
Oh, it hurts me just to see 'em
Going dead in a museum.
Ah...
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Trams of old London,
Taking my baby into the past in it.
Trams of old London blow my mind.
Writer: ROBYN HITCHCOCK
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management