They come to see the dungeons here   The tourists flock from far and near   They do the tower and try the beer      The picking pockets cost your life   And every jury has a price   They bring the kids and show the wife      It makes them proud to be around   And take their summer piccies   To drink at night in Soho bars   And end up feeling sickie   And we're all making money   Lovely money      Rubber necks with cash to burn   Export criminals return   They keep on coming, never learn      They fill their diaries page by page   And make it sound so thrilling   They're searching for the real thing   They're flushed and they are willing   And we're all making money   Lovely money      The victors of the opium wars   Now take their trips and open doors   They stand upon the actual floors   Actual floors, actual floors      It makes them proud to be around   And take their summer piccies   To drink at night in Soho bars   And end up feeling sickie      More money, more money   More money, more money      Now off you go, away you fly   We've had your money now goodbye   We fleeced you good we bled you dry   Goodbye goodbye   (repeat to fade)