London Lady

Little lady

With Dingwall's bullshit

You're so stupid

Foetid brainwaves

Little lady

What really happens?

When you see mirrors

You get the shivers

Aaaah!

Making 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've talked for a thousand years

Plastic's real when you're real sick

Plastic's real when you're real sick

Plastic's real when you're real sick

Plastic's real when you're real sick

Plastic's real when you're real sick

Plastic's real when you're real sick

Plastic's real when you're real sick

Plastic's real when you're real sick

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about

Oh 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 realise the party's over, London Lady

Party's over, London Lady

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about