Leo's Place - Eric Burdon

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 l’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

L’m coming home, I’ve been to America

Africa, Asia and Japan

I am what you call a travellin' man

L’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 …