[David Bowie cover]nnCow bell strikes another nightnYour eyes are heavy and your limbs all achenYou've bought some coffee, butter and breadnYou can't make a thing cause the meter's deadnYou moved awaynHold your folks you're gonna stay awaynnBright lights, Soho, Wardour streetnYou hope you make friends with the guys that you meetnSomebody shows you roundnNow you've met the London boysnThings seem good again, someone cares about younnOh, the first time that you tried a pillnYou feel a little queasy, decidedly illnYou're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faithnTo let yourself down would be a big disgracenWith the London boys, with the London boysnnYou're only seventeen, but you think you've grownnIn the month you've been away from your parents' homenYou take the pills too muchnYou don't give a damn about that jobs you've gotnSo long as you're with the London boysnnA London boy, oh a London boynYour flashy clothes are your pride and joynA London boy, a London boynYou're crying out loud that you're a London boynYou think you've had a lot of funnBut you ain't got nothing, you're on the runnIt's too late now, cause you're out there boynYou've got it made with the rest of the toysnNow you wish you'd never left your homenYou've got what you wanted but you're on your ownnWith the London boysnNow you've met the London boys (3 times)