London Lady

Little lady with Dingwall's bullshit
You're so stupid foetid brainwaves
Little lady what really happens
When you see mirrors you get the shivers

Aaaah !

Making love to the Mersey Tunnel
With a sausage. Have you ever been to Liverpool?
Please don't talk much it burns my ears
Tonight you've talked for a thousand years

Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about

Oh London Lady why did you lay me?
Your head is crowded with the names you've hounded
The lines around your eyes they show me
You realise that the party's over London Lady
Party's over London Lady

Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about