Down To London

Stop, what's that sound?

It's the death rattle of this rusty old town

Stop, listen again

It's the sound of laughter all along the Thames

Woah-oh-oh-oh

Hey, what's my line?

Do I have to stay here 'til the end of time?

I'm, good lookin' and bright

I wanna see life after ten at night

So if they ask you where I am

I'm in the back of a Transit Van

In a squat on the Earls Court Road

Gone down to London changing coal into gold

Down to London

Down to London

Gone down to London to be the king

Gone down to London to be the king

Hey, what's your name?

The boys back home all seem to look the same

You, should stick with me

And one of us will make it, just you see

Woah-woah-woah

Stop, what's that sound

Seems like the '60s are still swingin' around

Hey, can you hear me back there

Or is there anybody left to care?

And if you ask me where they are

They're hanging tough in a Soho bar

Playing guitars on the Underground

Gone down to London tryin' to chase that sound

Down to London

Down to London

Gone down to London to be the King

Gone down to London to be the King

So I ask, you should I cry or laugh?

Drinking tea in a Kings Cross Caff'

A leather jacket against the cold

Gone down to London changing coal into gold

Down to London

Down to London

Gone down to London to be the king

Gone down to London to be the king

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo, ah-ah-ah