Slow down mate and don't get pervey
Get yourself a tourist pace
You won't find one pretty person
No forward motion in this place

Grab a fistful of greasy chips
Wipe your fingers on a brown paper bag
Down another pint tonight, we're on a jag

People on the tube eat chocolate bars
One way out, electric guitars
Or they're in the bars
Don't look for hope in London faces
London faces

The theater once was beautiful
But now it's a nowhere shrine
Proscenium once exalted man
"Soon to be a motel", reads the sign

Oh red velvet, dusty dead curtain
Midnight show's about to begin
Dirty little girls sing "Someday"
With a righteous, bitter, cynical grin

Oh, people on the tube eat chocolate bars
One way out, electric guitars
Or they're in the bars
Don't look for hope in London faces
London faces
Oh well, they sold us out
Nothing left but Shakespeare's text
Orwell, twist and shout
Kennedy's dead, America's next

Nothing left but beer and sugar
A dream is just a candy bar
No one in church, no one at school
Do you know where you are?

Rich old men ignore the rotten town
They'll be dead before the bills come due
Dump it on the children
Is this Knightsbridge or Park Avenue?

People on the tube eat chocolate bars
One way out, electric guitars
Or they're in the bars
Don't look for hope in New York faces
New York faces, New York faces
New York faces