Stop, what's that sound?   It's the death rattle of this rusty old town   Stop, listen again   It's the sound of laughter all along the Thames      Hey, what's my line?   Do I have to stay here 'til the end of time?   I'm good lookin' and bright   I wanna see life after ten at night      So if they ask you where I am   I'm in the back of a transit van   In a squat on the Earls Court Road   Gone down to London changing coal into gold      Down to London, down to London   Gone down to London to be the king   Gone down to London to be the king      Hey, what's your name?   The boys back home all seem to look the same   You should stick with me   And one of us will make it, just you see      Stop, what's that sound?   Seems like the sixties are still swingin' around   Hey, can you hear me back there   Or is there anybody left to care?      And if you ask me where they are   They're hanging tough in a Soho Bar   Playing guitars in the underground   Gone down to London tryin' to chase that sound      Down to London, down to London   Gone down to London to be the king   Gone down to London to be the king      So I ask you, should I cry or laugh?   Drinking tea in a Kings Cross Caff   A leather jacket against the cold   Gone down to London changing coal into gold      Down to London, down to London   Gone down to London to be the king   Gone down to London to be the king