This is London

I'm walking in the streets of Battersea
In search of happiness
But all I find is misery
In this London borough mess

My very best friend deserted me
For someone else today
She met a small-time insurance broker
And they'll be married by next May

We had some rows and we had some scenes
But a couple of laughs as well
And everything seemed just like it should
That's what I thought myself

But now I see how wrong I was
And crying won't make it better
'Cos life's got nothing left for me
Since the day I cried forever

This is London
Your own London

I stumble into a café
In search of a little chat
The conversation, tea and scones
But nothing came of that

'Cause now I'm stuffed to talk to anyone no more
In case you're one of them
You're the motion from another world,
And they're the real men

The Leicester Square and Soho lights
Confuse my confused thoughts
I'm stopped and asked for directions
By an American tourist in shorts

I've had enough, I can't take any more
I'll go round to her flat,
And tell her there's nothing left for me
Since the day I cried forever

This is London
Your own London

(Instrumental)

This is London
Your own London

This is London
Your own London

This is London
Your own London