Little lady
With ding wall's bullshit
Oh you're so stupid
Fetid brainwaves
Little lady
What really happens?
When you see mirrors
You get the shivers
Makin' love
To the Mersey tunnel
With a sausage
Have you ever been to Liverpool?
Please don't talk much
It burns my ears
Tonight you talked
For a thousand years
Plastic's real
When you're real sick
Tell me what you got
To look so pleased about?
London lady
Why did you lay me?
Your head is crowded
With the names you've hounded
The lines around your eyes
They show me
You realize the party's over
London lady
Party's over, London lady