I'd walk across the m.1. I'd trek through the amazon I'd be a spanish matador, nowt would be too risky for me I'd loop the loop in a jumbo I'd box with frankie bruno I could do anything, dance in a lions den But i'm never gonna walk up elmwood street again Chorus: There's a slag, there's a trollop up elmwood street A man's not safe to walk up there alone A dirty bag, there's a trollop up elmwood street There's a tart, bag, slut, slag, trollop, up elmwood street I'd fence with a sword that was blunt I'd hitch a lift from james hunt I could do anything.... Chorus... (guitar bit) Chorus...say no more.