(A) 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 ve moved away
Told you re folks you re gonna stay away
Bright lights, Soho, Waldorff 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 try a pill
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill
You re gonna be sick, but you mustn t lose face
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace
With the London Boys
With the London Boys
You re only seventeen, but you think you ve grown
In the month you ve been away from you re parent s home
You take the pills too much
You don t give a damn about the job you ve got
So long as your with the London Boys
Ohh a London Boy, oo a London Boy
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy
A London Boy, yes a London Boy
You re crying out loud that your a London Boy
You think you ve had a lot of fun
But you ain t got nothing your 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
