Honking; cursing; screeching; shouts /

Lights always changing from red to amber to green /

Respectable suits next to typical louts /

The smoke hanging over the city makes a fine sheen.

 

Foxes root through the bins /

Arguments leak through locked front doors /

Bags outside those doors heaped with bottles and tins /

And the filth laps on top of the waves of the Thames' shores.

 

The cars keep honking and the folk still swear /

Guns in the back streets; knives in the front /

Do you dare walk the streets?  Do you?  Do you dare? /

All you'll get is a wound from a ***t.

 

Aaah, London, capital of our glorious country /

The second best city in the Universe /

But the girls are both slutty and sultry /

The guys are both sophisticated and terse.

 

Would you like to try buying a house there? /

Would you know what you were getting into? /

Lots have done this; barrenness is rare /

Whether in London or China or Japan [with it's Shintu].