Down To London - 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

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