| Song | Lost In London (25 Years Later) |
| Artist | The Tangent |
| Album | Not As Good As The Book |
| For some strange reason we decided to talk about sex | |
| It was a Wednesday at half past nine | |
| The conversation just seemed to wander there, | |
| Besides we'd done prog two million times | |
| I met the teenage boy in you I never knew was there, | |
| And caught a glimpse of festivals when you had longer hair | |
| We're stranded outside a Soho jazz club now | |
| Neither of us has a mobile phone | |
| The guy we need see is just inside the door | |
| But he might as well still be in Malmo | |
| We talk about our kids a bit and wish that we were them | |
| And hark back to our younger days again | |
| Somewhere in this leering city there beats a heart (I'm told) | |
| And Ian and I keep trying to find it on two very different roads | |
| It seems that no-one even sees us, the kids just seem so cold | |
| So please send your answers on a postcard... | |
| Are me and Ian old? | |
| Some sleazy guy just sidles up beside us and says: | |
| “Hello lads, you looking for someone for a bit of a good time?” | |
| He looks quite puzzled when I say “yeah... Krister Jonsson” | |
| 'Cos that's not what he had in mind | |
| And I feel just like a fool as we head into the tube | |
| But suddenly we're laughing all the way home |
| For some strange reason we decided to talk about sex | |
| It was a Wednesday at half past nine | |
| The conversation just seemed to wander there, | |
| Besides we' d done prog two million times | |
| I met the teenage boy in you I never knew was there, | |
| And caught a glimpse of festivals when you had longer hair | |
| We' re stranded outside a Soho jazz club now | |
| Neither of us has a mobile phone | |
| The guy we need see is just inside the door | |
| But he might as well still be in Malmo | |
| We talk about our kids a bit and wish that we were them | |
| And hark back to our younger days again | |
| Somewhere in this leering city there beats a heart I' m told | |
| And Ian and I keep trying to find it on two very different roads | |
| It seems that noone even sees us, the kids just seem so cold | |
| So please send your answers on a postcard... | |
| Are me and Ian old? | |
| Some sleazy guy just sidles up beside us and says: | |
| " Hello lads, you looking for someone for a bit of a good time?" | |
| He looks quite puzzled when I say " yeah... Krister Jonsson" | |
| ' Cos that' s not what he had in mind | |
| And I feel just like a fool as we head into the tube | |
| But suddenly we' re laughing all the way home |