Westminster Ave

There’s a boy living down on Westminster Ave 

You can tell him your sins or the problems you have

His mother and father left him at five and a half

So, you sure know that boy has learned how to laugh

You know there’s his story, where only part has been told

Fortune favors the lucky, and God smites down the bold

That’s why he says, “I hope I never get old.”

And so all the patrons of England do travel in droves

Dressed all tip to toe in lavish new clothes

To see this boy, who lives on Westminster Ave

To bear all their problems, they’re pretending to have