Piccadilly Rambler
Billy Bragg Lyrics


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I'm the Piccadilly Rambler
The streets are my pillow
Up Shaftesbury Avenue
Down Leicester Square

I roam and I rove over London's fair city
'Til some jolly policeman says
"Hey, piss off outta there"

In a precinctal alleyway
Where the rain cannot find me
The cold wind and cold-hearted
Leave my body alone
I sleep and I dream
Of my sweet independence
And the freedom I've squandered
Since I left my sad home

I'm the Piccadilly Rambler
The streets are my pillow
Up Shaftesbury Avenue
Down Leicester Square

I'll happily toast
To your health and good fortune
So don't begrudge me a drink




If you've a penny to spare
If you've a penny to spare

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Billy Bragg's "Piccadilly Rambler" speak to the life of a homeless person in London who makes the streets their home. The first verse of the song introduces the titular character, who identifies as a Piccadilly Rambler, sleeping on the streets with nothing but the pavement as a pillow. They traverse Shaftesbury Avenue and Leicester Square, exploring the city and experiencing its lights and liveliness. However, this freedom comes with a cost, as the police often ask the homeless to move along from their locations.


In the second verse, Bragg becomes much more introspective and lets the listener into the Rambler's inner thoughts. The Rambler seeks out "a precinctal alleyway where the rain cannot find me," a refuge from the harshness of the elements. The cold winds and cold-hearted individuals leave the Rambler alone to sleep and dream of their sweet independence. As they think back on the freedom they once had, their situation becomes even more tragic and turns the focus on society's failures.


Overall, the song depicts a poignant image of homelessness, exploring the life of a person who sleeps rough. The lyrics seek to humanize these individuals, who are often overlooked and ignored.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm the Piccadilly Rambler
I'm a wanderer who navigates through the streets of Piccadilly.


The streets are my pillow
I sleep on the streets at night, and they are my only comfort.


Up Shaftesbury Avenue
I walk up Shaftesbury Avenue.


Down Leicester Square
I walk down Leicester Square.


I roam and I rove over London's fair city
I wander and travel across London.


'Til some jolly policeman says
Until a happy police officer tells me otherwise.


"Hey, piss off outta there"
"Hey, leave this place."


In a precinctal alleyway
In a secluded and narrow pathway.


Where the rain cannot find me
Where I can hide from the rain.


The cold wind and cold-hearted
The chilly wind and people without compassion.


Leave my body alone
Don't harm me physically or emotionally.


I sleep and I dream
I rest and have aspirations.


Of my sweet independence
Of the freedom I have to control my life.


And the freedom I've squandered
And the freedom I've wasted due to my way of living.


Since I left my sad home
Since I left my unhappy and miserable household.


I'll happily toast
I'll gladly raise my glass.


To your health and good fortune
To your well-being and prosperity.


So don't begrudge me a drink
So don't hesitate to offer me a drink.


If you've a penny to spare
If you have any extra funds to spare.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Billy Bragg

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