F Dm Bow bells strike, another nightEb Cm Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all acheF Dm You've bought some coffee, butter and breadEb Cm You can't make a thing, 'cause the meter's deadF Ab You've moved awayF Ab Told your folks you're gonna stay awayEb Ab Bright lights, Soho, Wardour StreetF Eb You hope you make friends with the guys that you meetBbm Ab Somebody shows you roundDb Ab Now you've met the London BoysDb Things seem good againB E Gb Fm F Someone cares about youF Dm Oh the first time that you try a pillEb Cm You feel a little queasy, decidedly illF Dm You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faceEb Cm To let yourself down would be a big disgraceF Ab With the London BoysF Ab With the London BoysEb Ab You're only seventeen, but you think you've grownF Eb In the month you've been away from your parents' homeBbm Ab You take the pills too muchDb Ab You don't give a damn about the job you've gotDb B E Gb Fm F So long as you're with the London BoysF Dm A London Boy, oh a London BoyEb Cm Your flashy clothes are your pride and joyG Em A London Boy, yes a London BoyF D You're crying out loud that you're a London BoyA F#m You think you've had a lot of funG Em But you ain't got nothing you're on the runE C#m It's too late now 'cause you're out there boyF# A You've got it made with the rest of the toysE C#m Now you wish you'd never left your homeF# A You've got what you wanted but you're on your ownC# F# B With the London BoysG# C# F# B Now you've met the London BoysG# C# F# B Now you've met the London BoysG# C# F# B Now you've met the London Boys
London Boys
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