MY KIND OF MUSIC 
(Leslie / Park)
Sam Browne


Roaring traffic, the tramping of feet
Lilting laughter from crowds in the street
That’s my kind of music
I want to go to town
Phone bells ringing, a pneumatic drill
Swing doors swinging, loose change in the till
That’s my kind of music
I want to go to town

Two lovers doing a spot of wooing
Inside a taxi creeping round the park
The elevators, the escalators
The roar of rush hour trains
And ‘mind the doors, pass down the car, please’

Give me rhythm, the best in the land
Let me hear that Palladium band
That’s my kind of music
The top of the world is London Town
I want to go to town