| Song | The London Boys |
| Artist | David Bowie |
| Album | London Boy |
| Lyrics：David Bowie Music：David Bowie | |
| Cow bell strikes another night | |
| Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache | |
| You've bought some coffee, butter and bread | |
| You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead | |
| You moved away | |
| Hold your folks you're gonna stay away | |
| Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street | |
| You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet | |
| Somebody shows you round | |
| Now you've met the London boys | |
| Things seem good again, someone cares about you | |
| Oh, the first time that you tried a pill | |
| You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill | |
| You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith | |
| To let yourself down would be a big disgrace | |
| With the London boys, with the London boys | |
| You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown | |
| In the month you've been away from your parents' home | |
| You take the pills too much | |
| You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got | |
| So long as you're with the London boys | |
| A London boy, oh a London boy | |
| Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy | |
| A London boy, a London boy | |
| You're crying out loud that you're a London boy | |
| You think you've had a lot of fun | |
| But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run | |
| It's too late now, cause you're out there boy | |
| You've got it made with the rest of the toys | |
| Now you wish you'd never left your home | |
| You've got what you wanted but you're on your own | |
| With the London boys | |
| Now you've met the London boys (3 times) |
| Lyrics: David Bowie Music: David Bowie | |
| Cow bell strikes another night | |
| Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache | |
| You' ve bought some coffee, butter and bread | |
| You can' t make a thing cause the meter' s dead | |
| You moved away | |
| Hold your folks you' re gonna stay away | |
| Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street | |
| You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet | |
| Somebody shows you round | |
| Now you' ve met the London boys | |
| Things seem good again, someone cares about you | |
| Oh, the first time that you tried a pill | |
| You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill | |
| You' re gonna be sick, but you mustn' t lose faith | |
| To let yourself down would be a big disgrace | |
| With the London boys, with the London boys | |
| You' re only seventeen, but you think you' ve grown | |
| In the month you' ve been away from your parents' home | |
| You take the pills too much | |
| You don' t give a damn about that jobs you' ve got | |
| So long as you' re with the London boys | |
| A London boy, oh a London boy | |
| Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy | |
| A London boy, a London boy | |
| You' re crying out loud that you' re a London boy | |
| You think you' ve had a lot of fun | |
| But you ain' t got nothing, you' re on the run | |
| It' s too late now, cause you' re out there boy | |
| You' ve got it made with the rest of the toys | |
| Now you wish you' d never left your home | |
| You' ve got what you wanted but you' re on your own | |
| With the London boys | |
| Now you' ve met the London boys 3 times |