Bow Bells strike another night
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache
You´ve bought some coffee, butter and bread
You can´t make a thing cause the meter´s dead
You moved away

Told your folks you´re gonna stay away

Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet
Somebody shows you round
Now you´ve met the London boys
Things seem good again, someone cares about you

Oh, the first time that you tried a pill
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill
You´re gonna be sick, but you mustn´t lose face
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 take the pills too much
You don´t give a damn about the job you´ve got
So long as you´re with the London boys

A London boy, oh a London boy
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy
A London boy, 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