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
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