Joe Jackson

Stop, what's that sound
It's the death rattle of this rusty old town
Stop, listen again
It's the sound of laughter all along the Thames

Hey, what's my line
Do I have to stay here 'til the end of time
I'm, good looking and bright
I want to see life after ten at night

So if they ask you where I am
I'm in the back of a transit van
In a squat on the earls court road
Gone down to London turning coal into gold
Down to London, down to London
Gone down to London to be the king

Hey, what's your name
The boys back home all seem to look the same
You, should stick with me
And one of us will make it, just you see

Stop, what's that sound
Seems like the sixties are still swinging around
Hey, can you hear me back there
Or is there anybody left to care

So if you ask me where they are
They're hanging tough in a Soho bar
Playing guitars in the underground
Gone down to London trying to chase that sound
Down to London, down to London
Gone down to London to be the king

So I ask you should I cry or laugh
Drinking tea in a kings cross caff
A leather jacket against the cold
Gone down to London turning coal into gold
Down to London, down to London
Gone down to London to be the king

Written by JACKSON, JOE
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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