Down the way from the Tottenham Court Road

Just round the corner from old Soho

There's a place where the publishers go

If you don't know which way to go

Just open your ears and follow your nose

'Cos the street is shakin' from the tapping of toes

You can hear that music play anytime on any day

Every rhythm, every way

You go to a publisher and play him your song

He says 'I hate your music and you hair is too long

But I'll sign you up because I'd hate to be wrong'

You've got a tune it's in your head you want to get it placed

So you take it up to a music man just to see what he will say

He says 'I hate the tune, I hate the words but I'll tell you what I'll do

I'll sign you up and take it round the street and see if it makes the grade'

And you might even hear it played on the rock 'n' roll hit parade

Daytime, night time, every week you can hear that heavy beat

Now the walls are shaking from the tapping of feet

Daytime, night time, every day you can hear that music play

Every rhythm, every way