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Swinging London
(Riff Regan, Steve Voice, Dave Wight, Jon Moss)
London! London! London!
There are people out there
Who make me sick
People out there
Who I haven’t got time for
People out there
Who think they’re it
People out there
Who I wouldn’t want to sign for
People out there
Who I wouldn’t be choosing
People out there
Who are never losing
People out there
Who’ve got it made
People like that are the ones that you hate
People on the streets, people in the subway
People of the night walking in a dope daze
Nobody tells them they were getting too old
Carnaby, Shaftesbury and bloody King’s Road
Swinging London, swinging London
Swinging London, swinging London!
There are people out there
Trying to confuse you
They use your brains
And then they abuse you
You play their game
They just want to lose you
It’s always the same
Always a manoeuvre
People out there
Who I wouldn’t be needing
People out there
Who are ever so greedy
People out there
Who think they’re great
People like that are the ones that you hate
People on the trains
People on the pavement
People in your way
Crowding at the station
Nobody tells them what they should do
District, Circle and bloody Bakerloo
Swinging London, swinging London
Swinging London, swinging London!
There are people out there
Who make me manic
People out there
Who never seem to panic
People out there
As thick as a brick
People out there who just don’t tick
People out there
Who I wouldn’t be safe with
People out there
Who I don’t want to play with
People out there who make me late
People like that are the ones that you hate
People on the phone
People who are crawling
People not at home
Always say the wrong thing
Nobody tells them to stop all this
East End, West End and the bloody Metropolis
Swinging London, swinging London
Swinging London, swinging London!
London! London! London!
There are people out there
Who make me sick
People out there
Who I haven’t got time for
People out there
Who think they’re it
People out there
Who I wouldn’t want to sign for
People out there
Who I wouldn’t be choosing
People out there
Who are never losing
People out there
Who’ve got it made
People like that are the ones that you hate
People on the streets, people in the subway
People of the night walking in a dope daze
Nobody tells them they were getting too old
Carnaby, Shaftesbury and bloody King’s Road
Swinging London, swinging London
Swinging London, swinging London!
There are people out there
Trying to confuse you
They use your brains
And then they abuse you
You play their game
They just want to lose you
It’s always the same
Always a manoeuvre
People out there
Who I wouldn’t be needing
People out there
Who are ever so greedy
People out there
Who think they’re great
People like that are the ones that you hate
People on the trains
People on the pavement
People in your way
Crowding at the station
Nobody tells them what they should do
District, Circle and bloody Bakerloo
Swinging London, swinging London
Swinging London, swinging London!
There are people out there
Who make me manic
People out there
Who never seem to panic
People out there
As thick as a brick
People out there who just don’t tick
People out there
Who I wouldn’t be safe with
People out there
Who I don’t want to play with
People out there who make me late
People like that are the ones that you hate
People on the phone
People who are crawling
People not at home
Always say the wrong thing
Nobody tells them to stop all this
East End, West End and the bloody Metropolis
Swinging London, swinging London
Swinging London, swinging London!