The London Boys Lyrics

	Lyrics：David Bowie Music：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 (3 times)

	Lyrics: David Bowie Music: 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 3 times

	Lyrics: David Bowie Music: 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 3 times

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