Humousexual ? Oh Camberwell lyrics

something feels familiar
these changing grounds on my way home
nothing here can kill you
except the 4x4s and fumes
homely name and beauty
butterflies and growing strawberries
feeling kind of fruity
walking home at 5 a.m.
not too far south, nor far west
unlike the boring turgid 'burbs we detest
and half the time i'm just passing through
but camberwell, there's a place in my heart for you
and once again i find myself singing oh camberwell
past the father red cap
sleazy old days gone, the market's changed
yes, we were part of that
wish we could have been there then

history and street cracks
journeys to friends, things not out on show
bring meaning to these maps
take me to these streets again
give me pat coombs over roach
give me a 436 over some pristine clean coach
pushing up past denmark hill
there is a part of this town that just can't keep still
until london floods, that place is our camberwell
going past or coming to
yeah, camberwell, there's a place in my queer heart for you
to warm journeys back on these chilly nights
i've seen the green and folks i know we'll be alright
and once again i'll happily sing oh camberwell.