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Stop - what's that soundIt's the death rattle of this rusty old townStop - listen againIt's the sound of laughter all along the ThamesHey - what's my lineDo I have to stay here 'til the end of timeI'm - good looking and brightI want to see life after ten at nightSo if they ask you where I amI'm in the back of a transit vanIn a squat on the earls court roadGone down to London turning coal into goldDown to London - down to LondonGone down to London to be the kingHey - what's your nameThe boys back home all seem to look the sameYou - should stick with meAnd one of us will make it, just you seeStop - what's that soundSeems like the sixties are still swinging aroundHey - can you hear me back thereOr is there anybody left to careLetras de cancionesSo if you ask me where they areThey're hanging tough in a soho barPlaying guitars in the undergroundGone down to London trying to chase that soundDown to London - down to LondonGone down to London to be the kingSo I ask you should I cry or laughDrinking tea in a kings cross caffA leather jacket against the coldGone down to London turning coal into goldDown to London - down to LondonGone down to London to be the king From Letras Mania