Been in London from di forties, seen it all. Mi see chair come, chair go.

We only could afford old sofa, but dat armchair keep we warm. But mi tell you, retro piece worth more than gold.

Step in Portobello, sofa store carry story deep. Dem tings not showroom clean, but dem live long.

When reggae first play in Brixton pub, Sofa stay whole family life. Every spring hold laugh and cry.

Mi and brethren Lennox find one old Chesterfield in Dalston, but dat sofa warm half community. Mi can see di patch mi stitch wid mi own hand.

Furniture change wid di street. Chelsea go fancy, wid velvet accent chair. Shoreditch wild, wid funky old frame.

Modern flat-pack? Mi tell you straight – rubbish. Retro sofa carry life.

Mi speak plain, mi always choose retro over new.

When you pass market, take armchair wid scar, and see it carry laugh and cry.