Down the way
from the Tottenham Court Road
Just round the corner
from old Soho
There's a place
where the publishers go
If you don't know
which way to go
Just open your ears
and follow your nose
'Cos the street is shakin'
from the tapping of toes
You can hear that music play
anytime on any day
Every rhythm, every way
You got to a publisher and
play him your song
He says 'I hate your music
and you hair is too long
But I'll sign you up
because I'd hate to be wrong
You've got a tune
it's in your head
you want to get it placed
So you take it up to a music man
just to see what he will say
He says 'I hate the tune
I hate the words
but I'll tell you what I'll do
I'll sign you up and take it
round the street and see
if it makes the grade'
And you might even hear
it played
on the rock 'n' roll hit parade
Daytime, night time, every week
you can hear that heavy beat
Now the walls are shaking
from the tapping of feet
Daytime, night time, every day
you can hear that music play
Every rhythm, every way