Kilburn Towers

I am a bird; watch me go drifting by.
With my feathers of power I laugh as the hours go slowly by.
That could mean ev’rything.
I am a street watching the people walk.
As I listen their conversations glisten as they start to talk.
Then I hear ev’rything.
Little white jug, me and Kilburn Towers,
As we sit on the hill and we drink and we swill
Till the early hours,
Then I am ev’rything.
Little white jug and me and Kilburn Towers
(music)
That could mean ev’rything.