London

All creeds, all colours, all races

But mate, you don’t know no faces

Everybody’s different, nobody’s the same

Our capital’s diversity is our big call to fame.

All kinds of food, all kinds of fear

We get everything here.

The music mixes and muses to match the mood

This is London Hood.

The people speak a language with a guttural slang

And that’s just the cockney; we got speech from many lands

Old people shuffle, while the city-boys race

And maps in the streets ‘cos tourists don’t know the place

Buskers in the tunnels make you forget your troubles

Londoners walkin’ and Londoners talkin’

Underground we get around

‘Bove bendy buses surround

From Putney Bridge to Bow Road

St Paul’s to Soho

‘Side of the river decides your dinner

Or none, ‘cos not everyone’s a winner

People sleep in the streets

Bathe in the fountains

While nobody frowns and

The muggers get down

And no-one’ll help, ‘cos This Is Renowned:

You ignore trouble or you might get double

It’s cold in London Town.