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Not a London Boy
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 250 (157,636 songs currently listed in Alternative)
» highest in sub-genre: # 20 (35,148 songs currently listed in Alternative > Experimental)
» highest in sub-genre: # 20 (35,148 songs currently listed in Alternative > Experimental)
About the song
Lyrics pretty much say it all.
Lyrics
Not a London Boy
“Hello there say how are you?”
“I’m fine so’s my boyfriend too!!”
“Your affair still going strong?”
“It’s OK but far too long”
“Fancy coming out with me?”
“Wouldn’t mind o time you see”
“Meet my friends down Essex Road?”
“Gambling reclaim monies owed”
“Bingo night it’s all the rage”
“Numbered balls climb up a cage?”
Scared to death I wait outside
Looking for a place to hide.
I’ve no excuses, I’ve chickened out
Regrets come later but it’s not what I’m about.
I am not a London boy, bingo pens I don’t employ
Try to create not destroy, I am not a London boy.
Home made tape to listen to
Audio scenes enjoy the view
Print on fingers feed the cat
Pink sea creatures bring some back
Dutch tobacco, Irish mags
Christmas chocs but no Creme Eggs
Stock check cigarettes and replace
In their geometric space
Joke on Airplane that’s enough
Tired and moody goings rough
Sister Kay collecting car
Hanging ‘round here won’t get me far.
Make a decision, ‘bout Sunday next
Cooked with precision ‘cos I read it in the text.
I am not a London boy, shady moves I don’t employ
Try to create not destroy, I am not a London boy.
“Hello there say how are you?”
“I’m fine so’s my boyfriend too!!”
“Your affair still going strong?”
“It’s OK but far too long”
“Fancy coming out with me?”
“Wouldn’t mind o time you see”
“Meet my friends down Essex Road?”
“Gambling reclaim monies owed”
“Bingo night it’s all the rage”
“Numbered balls climb up a cage?”
Scared to death I wait outside
Looking for a place to hide.
I’ve no excuses, I’ve chickened out
Regrets come later but it’s not what I’m about.
I am not a London boy, bingo pens I don’t employ
Try to create not destroy, I am not a London boy.
Home made tape to listen to
Audio scenes enjoy the view
Print on fingers feed the cat
Pink sea creatures bring some back
Dutch tobacco, Irish mags
Christmas chocs but no Creme Eggs
Stock check cigarettes and replace
In their geometric space
Joke on Airplane that’s enough
Tired and moody goings rough
Sister Kay collecting car
Hanging ‘round here won’t get me far.
Make a decision, ‘bout Sunday next
Cooked with precision ‘cos I read it in the text.
I am not a London boy, shady moves I don’t employ
Try to create not destroy, I am not a London boy.
