London Boys

IT WAS BACK IN ´69, LIKE A NIGHT MARE CRYIN´
IN A HOTEL BED ON THE COAST
HAPPY SHANGHAI GIRLS
LIKE A PRETTY STRING OF PEARLS
AND A SNOW STORM UP IN MY NOSE

I WAS ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN, WITH A FUNKY RED 11
AND A SWITCHBLADE JOB ON THE SIDE
HEAR THE MUSIC PLAYIN´ AND MY HEARTBEAT PRAYIN´
TO THE AIRWAVES OUT IN THE NIGHT

OUUH, RADIO! I LOVE MY RADIO! MY CHINESE RADIO!
OUUH, RADIO! I LOVE MY RADIO! MY CHINESE RADIO!
OUUH!

OH, I COULD WRITE A MILLION STORIES
TALES OF LOVE AND HATE AND PAIN
AND MY FEARS WOULD TRUELY FRIGHTEN
ANY ORDINARY MAN

IS THERE SOMEONE OUT THERE LAUGHING?
WALKING IN THE POURING RAIN
LORD, I´M SURE I KNOW THE ANSWERS
BUT IT´S TOO HARD –
TO EXPLAIN

NOW MY HEAD IS BURNING, AN´ I FEEL IT TURNING
IN AN IGLOO UP ON THE MOON
SAYING: LORD, HAVE MERCY ON A GUY FROM JERSEY
AND IT FALLS BACK INTO MY ROOM

JUST A STRANDED TOURIST
AN´ I WOULDN´T TOUCH THE PUREST
IF I EVER OUT HERE ALIVE
WHILE THE FM- SWITCHES AND THE GREEN-LIGHT DIGITS
KEEP IN TOUCH WITH THE WORLD OUTSIDE

BRIDGE:
JUST A RIVER ON THE RUN, NOW
I´M FLYIN´ AND I WON´T TOUCH DOWN
GOT NOWHERE LEFT TO RUN
I GET ON MY KNEES AND PRAY!