I'll meet in the French House, we'll bump into my mum   She'll be wearing orange kaftan, his flys will be undone   We're driking pink champagne, although it's going through the roof   And we'll scatter words to and fro across the truth   That we're all as sad as sadness, we're all as high as kites   On our way to madness, on a Soho ladies night   We'll sing songs of longing, I'll smoke a huge cigar   I'll take you in my arms and sing      Moving away from the French House like a drunken steam train   Red light, blue light, orange light, green   Down the middle of the street with an abstracted air   Wearing perfume du carbon monoxide   Past doors full of winos in the learing London lights   On our way to Madame Jo Jo's on a Soho ladies night   Now we've come this far there's no going back   Take me in your arms and sing      No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing    No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting   No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking   No one can keep the world from spinning, take me in your arms and sing      No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing   No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting   No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking   No one can keep the world from spinning, no one can stop this girl from singing