The London Boys

The London Boys - David Bowie (大衛·鮑伊)

Written by：David Bowie

Cow bell strikes

Another night

Your eyes are heavy

And your limbs all ache

You bought some coffee

Butter and bread

You can't make a thing

'Cause the meters dead

You've 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 d**n about that 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 crying app lound the cho oo 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