burdon, eric
leo's place
you can always get a decent cuppa coffee just a block from piccadilly watchin' the bums punks and straights the world is on parade at leo's place american girls looking for a ride tryin' to get across to the other side he'd see them all through the serving hatch they young the old the yellow and black i don't recall your name but i recall your face everyone looks the same hanging around at leo's place i don't care where i travel to one big circle leads me back to you those coffeehouse dreams that set me on the road always brings me back to leo's used to impress my best girls take 'em down to leo's place because of them not me i know that's how he remembers my face so sad that things have changed junkies fill the place but it don't change the taste the coffee's still the best at leo's place this world is not what it used to be one time a man could hitchhike from a to z a country explodes another boarder close sometimes i wish i'd never left leo's so if you wanna see me again i tell you where you say when i got this number it may change all you gotta remember is leo's place i don't recall your name but i recall your face everyone looks the same hanging around at leo's place i'm coming home i've been to america africa asia and japan i am what you call a travellin' man i've seen the ladies in africa tokyo soho south of the border rio de janeiro but now the time has come to go back where i started from.