Letras
London pride has been handed down to us. London pride is a flower that's free.
London pride means our own dear town to us and our pride, it forever will be.
Hey lady, when the day is dawning, see policemen yawning on their lonely beat.
Gay lady mayfair in the morning, hear your footsteps echo in the empty street.
Cockney feet mark the beat of history, every street pins a memory down.
Nothing ever can quite replace the grace of London Town.
Grey city, stubbornly implanted, taken so for granted for a thousand years.
Stay city, smokily enchanted, cradle of our memories, hopes and fears.
Early rain and the pavements glistening. All of Park Lane in a shimmering gown.
Nothing ever could break or harm the charm of London Town.