LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe London Boys
Cow bell strikes another nightYour eyes are heavy and your limbs all acheYou've bought some coffee, butter and breadYou can't make a thing cause the meter's deadYou moved awayHold your folks you're gonna stay awayBright lights, Soho, Wardour streetYou hope you make friends with the guys that you meetSomebody shows you roundNow you've met the London boysThings seem good again, someone cares about youOh, the first time that you tried a pillYou feel a little queasy, decidedly illYou're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faithTo let yourself down would be a big disgraceWith the London boys, with the London boysYou're only seventeen, but you think you've grownIn the month you've been away from your parents' homeYou take the pills too muchYou don't give a damn about that jobs you've gotSo long as you're with the London boysA London boy, oh a London boyYour flashy clothes are your pride and joyA London boy, a London boyYou think you've had a lot of funBut you ain't got nothing, you're on the runIt's too late now, cause you're out there boyYou've got it made with the rest of the toysNow you wish you'd never left your homeYou've got what you wanted but you're on your ownWith the London boysNow you've met the London boysNow you've met the London boys
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