F Dm (A) bell strikes, another nightEb Cm Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all acheF Dm You've bought some coffee, butter and breadEb Cm You can't make a thing, 'cause the meter's deadF Ab You've moved awayF Ab Told you're folks you're gonna stay awayEb Ab Bright lights, Soho, Waldorff StreetF Eb You hope you make friends with the guys that you meetBbm Ab Somebody shows you 'round.Db Ab Now you've met the London BoysDb Things seem good againB E Gb Fm F Someone cares about youF Dm Oh the first time that you try a pillEb Cm You feel a little queasy, decidedly illF Dm You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faceEb Cm To let yourself down would be a big disgraceF Ab With the London BoysF Ab With the London BoysEb Ab You're only seventeen, but you think you've grownF Eb In the month you've been away from you're parent's homeBbm Ab You take the pills too muchDb Ab You don't give a damn about the job you've gotDb B E Gb Fm F So long as your with the London BoysF Dm Ohh a London Boy, oo a London BoyEb Cm Your flashy clothes are your pride and joyG Em A London Boy, yes a London BoyF D You're crying out loud that your a London BoyA Gbm You think you've had a lot of funG Em But you ain't got nothing your on the runE Dbm It's too late now 'cause you're out there boyGb A You've got it made with the rest of the toysE Dbm Now you wish you'd never left your homeGb A You've got what you wanted but you're on your ownDb Gb B With the London BoysAb Db Gb B Now you've met the London BoysAb Db Gb B Now you've met the London BoysAb Db Gb B Now you've met the London Boys
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