Bow Bells strike another night Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache You've bought some coffee, butter and bread 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 you meet Somebody shows you 'round Now you've met the London boys Things seem good again, someone cares about you The first time that you tried a pill Feel a little queasy, decidedly ill Gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith 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 pop the pills too much You don't give a damn about the job you've got As long as you're with those London boys A London boy, a London boy Flashy clothes are your pride and joy A London boy, a London boy You're crying out loud, 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 Thank you very much