Here is london, giddy of london   Is it home of the free -   Or what ?       Can you squeeze me   Into an empty page of your diary   And psychologically save me   I've got faith in you   I sense the power   Within the fingers   Within an hour the power   Could totally destroy me   (or, it could save my life)         Oh, here is london   "home of the brash, outrageous and free"   You are repressed   But you're remarkably dressed   Is it real ?    And you're always busy         Really busy   Busy, busy   Oh, hairdresser on fire   All around sloane square   And you're just so busy   Busy, busy   Busy scissors   Oh, hairdresser on fire   (only the other day)         Was a client, over-cautious   He made you nervous   And when he said   "i'm gonna sue you"   Oh, I really felt for you ...mmm...         So can you squeeze me   Into an empty page of your diary;   And supernaturally change me ?    Change me, change   Oh, here in london   "home of the brash, outrageous and free"   You are repressed   But you're remarkably dressed   Is it real ?    And you're always busy         Really busy   Busy clippers   Oh, hairdresser on fire   All around sloane square         And you're just too busy   To see me   Busy clippers   Oh, hairdresser on fire   (only the other day)