Lyrics: Kinks. Denmark Street.

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 your 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