This Is London - The Times

I’m walking in the streets of Battersea

In search of happiness

But all I find is misery

In this London borough mess

My very best friend deserted me

For someone else today

She met a small-time insurance broker

And they’ll be married by next May

We had some rows and we had some scenes

But a couple of laughs as well

And everything seemed just like it should

That’s what I thought myself

But now I see how wrong I was

And crying won’t make it better

'Cos life’s got nothing left for me

Since the day I cried forever

This is London

Your own London

I stumble into a café

In search of a little chat

The conversation, tea and scones

But nothing came of that'

Cause now I’m stuffed to talk to anyone no more

In case you’re one of them

You’re the motion from another world

And they’re the real men

The Leicester Square and Soho lights

Confuse my confused thoughts

I’m stopped and asked for directions

By an American tourist in shorts

I’ve had enough, I can’t take any more

I’ll go round to her flat

And tell her there’s nothing left for me

Since the day I cried forever

This is London

Your own London

This is London

Your own London

This is London

Your own London

This is London

Your own London