London Boys
Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie



Cow bell strikes 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 
Hold 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 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 take the pills too much 
You don't give a damn about that jobs 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're crying out loud that 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