Hey, droogie, how you doing? Would you wanna come along with me? I'm gonna take out a mortgage on a London ticket To see what I can see City of the critic and the media walk Market of the oligarchs I got a hundred dollar coffee in a Hampstead cafe Where angles met with marks I'm gonna use imaginary money Gonna dress up in my Sunday vest Taking my imaginary girlfriend Out to imaginary west ♪ Yeah, how are you doing, bruv? In your glass and steel towers Where the sicky, sicky smell of celebrity Can hang around for hours Gonna use imaginary money Gonna dress up in my Sunday vest Taking my imaginary girlfriend Out to imaginary west ♪ So goodbye, ta-ra, farewell Here's the news, wherever you are And whichever god forsaken provincial park Will you park your patched-up car? Gonna use imaginary money Gonna dress up in my Sunday vest Taking my imaginary girlfriend Out to imaginary west Ah-ah-ah brr!