Lyric The London Boys

Cow bell strikes another night
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache
You ve bought some coffee, butter and bread
You can t make a thing cause the meter s dead
You moved away
Hold your folks you re gonna stay away

Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet
Somebody shows you round
Now you ve met the London boys
Things seem good again, someone cares about you

Oh, the first time that you tried a pill
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill
You re gonna be sick, but you mustn t lose faith
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace
With the London boys, with the London boysYou re only seventeen, but you think you ve grown
In the month you ve been away from your parents home
You take the pills too much
You don t give a damn about that jobs you ve got
So long as you re with the London boys

A London boy, oh a London boy
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy
A London boy, a London boy
You think you ve had a lot of fun
But you ain t got nothing, you re on the run
It s too late now, cause you re out there boy
You ve got it made with the rest of the toys
Now you wish you d never left your home
You ve got what you wanted but you re on your own
With the London boys

Now you ve met the London boys
Now you ve met the London boys
Now you ve met the London boys