London Town

Queenie enters the hall, pulls on the strings
She looks semi-pleased minus a crown
You can feed your meter when you're alone
It's not very hard in London town
Phone your mate up four in the morning
Keep your head on, I still want you

Things just fall into place
It gets a bit clearer in London Town
Yeah, London Town

Enter the town, the centre
In search of the crack pot
Michael Thomas wore the crown
You can kick your meter when you're alone
It's not very hard in London Town
Buy a Rennie from a trackie
It's the new shape for the nineties

Things just fall into place
It gets a bit clearer in London Town
Yeah, London Town
Yeah, London Town

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La la la la la

Yeah, London Town
Yeah, London Town
Yeah, London Town
Yeah, London Town
Yeah, London Town
Yeah, London Town