London Boys

Bow bells strike 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 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 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 your parents' home You take the pills too much You don't give a damn about the job 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 yes a London Boy You're crying out loud that you're 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