Interpret:

Kinks, The

Album:

Lola versus Powerman and the Moneygoround, Part One

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 got 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