Stamford Hill, four square miles of sh-

The sewage
(In a west end city)
In a west end city
Smells like daisies
(In Stamford Hill)
In Stamford Hill
Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill

The sewage
(In a west end city)
In a west end city
Smells like daisies
(In Stamford Hill)
In Stamford Hill
Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill

Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face

Ain't it fucking curious some other cunts
Are trying to ditch the King
(Of Stamford Hill)
Of Stamford Hill

Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face

Gonna build an army
March them to the marches
Marching up and down
Watch them flap their little wings
Someone's gonna lose his poxy face

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Bowie, Reeves C. Gabrels