LONDON
Oh good grief, life is sweet
Here comes the sun on Liverpool Street
Play some Clash, mind the gap
You're falling asleep on somebody's lap
London's underground
London's going down
One pound tax, Marshall stacks
Carnaby Street, got a union jack
Life on Mars slips away
Too much work, no rest or play
At midnight let's all meet
There's a bomb on Wardour Street
London's going underground
London's going down
There's a man that wants to know you
There's a girl you want to notice you
It's a far cry from the stations
Relationships don't make you stay for free
London's going down on me
London's gone to seed
London's going down
London, London
London, London, gone
London, gone, gone, gone