Download MIDI The London boys

A 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've moved away.
Wrote 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 fill
You feel a little queezy,
Decidedly ill.
Your gonna be sick
But you mustn't lose face.
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 parent's home.
You take the pills too much.
You don't give a damn
'Bout the 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'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 up 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.
Now you've met
The London boys.