Standard (EADGBE)

  A 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've moved away

 Told you're folks you're gonna stay away

 Bright lights, Soho, Waldorff 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 try a pill

 You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill

 You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose face

 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 you're parent's home

 You take the pills too much

 You don't give a damn about the job you've got

 So long as your with the London Boys

 Ohh a London Boy, oo a London Boy

 Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy

 A London Boy, yes a London Boy

 You're crying out loud that your a London Boy

 You think you've had a lot of fun

 But you ain't got nothing your 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

 Now you've met the London Boys