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 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.