London Boys (live Paris '77)

So you're telling me to shut my mouth

If I wasn't kissing you wouldn't be around

You talk about faggots, little honest boy

You stay at home, you got your chaperone

You need an escort to take a piss

He holds your hand and he shakes your dick

You're so pretty, it's a moving pity

You think you're gonna change the way I write my city

Little London boy

You're a little London boy

You're a little London boy

You think you're gonna fool me

A little rich kid, what do you know?

Dad everything, don't you think it don't show?

Five days in Parliament, you're the face of the law

Too much coke, so do your reform

Have a holiday in the city

Fill up with beer and Vaseline clitty

LSD is what you take

You won't get shot, shot for trying

Little London boy

You're a little London boy

You're a little London boy

You think you're gonna fool me

Little London boy

You're a little London boy

You're a little London boy

You think you're gonna fool me

Little London boy

You're a little London boy

You're a little London boy

You're a little London boy

You're a little London boy