Do you remember the way things were? Johnny rave, eyes like treasure Was a boy built just for pleasure London is full of itself and such misery Proust-like you hypnotise oceans Fab two o'eight love potions won't win this frail heart I'm sorry eternally there must be more to life Than just getting by, oh so much more Johnny rave, eyes like treasure Was a boy built just for pleasure London is full of itself And such misery Such misery Such misery Misery, oh