Cow 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 moved away   Hold 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 pill   You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill   You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith   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 parents' home   You take the pills too much   You don't give a damn about that jobs 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 out 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 (3 times)