We've got some half-price cracked tires, two miles and miles of carpet tires, DVs, deep-freeze and David Bowie LP's, pool games, gold chains, what's-the-names, an adipose, and Trevor Francis track seats from a Mush and Shepherd's Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush,
Bush, Bush, Bush, Bush.
No income tax, no VAT, no money back, but no guarantee.
Black or white or rich or poor, we'll cut prices at a stroke.
God bless Hooky Street.
Viva Hooky Street.
Long live Hooky Street.
Say, Magnifique Hooky Street.
Magnifique Hooky Street.
