The young beauties come to the human tide to slake their thirst
But the river is not enough we need the canned and the sparks
This is the bright side of the yellow brick road, gold dust is everywhere
We sing and pray for better days, skip the tithe, promise a penny for her thoughts
Fortune tellers and palm readers will say no word, they have all been spoken
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2018 Carnival Gallery