In Bellevue Road there was a butcher with a slaughterhouse
He had a shepherd with a sheepdog and some sheep
The Common was still grazing land
Sainsbury's wasn't planned
On the corner stood a garage full of motorcars
The Evans offspring raced in rallies for MG
And Wilkie Wilkinson tuned machines
For them when they raced, what an ace
Bellevue Road is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue South London skies
I sit, and meanwhile back...
In Bellevue Road old Mister Pooley had a fishmonger's
And next to him the newsagent's was run by Moon
They didn't know that Brinkley's would come soon
Would have made them swoon
Bellevue Road is in my ears and in my eyes
The oldsters would not recognise
The changes, meanwhile back...
Beside the old road that's now busy as a motorway
The yummy mums are wheeling push-chairs built like tanks
The supermarket used to be a bank
Thirty-two's a blank
In Bellevue Road The Good Earth's open for a take-away
The pizzeria and Chez Bruce's tempt us in
Of course the Althorp Pub tempts us too
Oh what shall we choose, win or lose?
Bellevue Road is in our ears and in our eyes
There beneath the blue South London skies
We sit and meanwhile back...
Bellevue Road is in our ears and in our eyes
There beneath the blue South London skies
Bellevue Road.