I...
Met...
My...
Love...
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old can*l
I Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Now clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town