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Cow bell strikes another night |
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Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache |
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You've bought some coffee, butter and bread |
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You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead |
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You moved away |
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Hold your folks you're gonna stay away |
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Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street |
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You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet |
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Somebody shows you round |
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Now you've met the London boys |
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Things seem good again, someone cares about you |
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Oh, the first time that you tried a pill |
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You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill |
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You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith |
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To let yourself down would be a big disgrace |
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With the London boys, with the London boys |
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You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown |
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In the month you've been away from your parents' home |
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You take the pills too much |
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You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got |
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So long as you're with the London boys |
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A London boy, oh a London boy |
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Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy |
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A London boy, a London boy |
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You're crying out loud that you're a London boy |
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You think you've had a lot of fun |
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But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run |
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It's too late now, cause you're out there boy |
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You've got it made with the rest of the toys |
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Now you wish you'd never left your home |
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You've got what you wanted but you're on your own |
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With the London boys |
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Now you've met the London boys (3 times) |
