E: Thu, 21 May 1998 13:47:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: toomey
Subject: b/bowie_david/london_boys.crd
What a pretty song!
F Dm
(A) bell strikes, another night
Eb Cm
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache
F Dm
You’ve bought some coffee, butter and bread
Eb Cm
You can’t make a thing, ’cause the meter’s dead
F Ab
You’ve moved away
F Ab
Told you’re folks you’re gonna stay away
Eb Ab
Bright lights, Soho, Waldorff Street
F Eb
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet
Bbm Ab
Somebody shows you ’round.
Db Ab
Now you’ve met the London Boys
Db
Things seem good again
B E Gb Fm F
Someone cares about you
F Dm
Oh the first time that you try a pill
Eb Cm
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill
F Dm
You’re gonna be sick, but you mustn’t lose face
Eb Cm
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace
F Ab
With the London Boys
F Ab
With the London Boys
Eb Ab
You’re only seventeen, but you think you’ve grown
F Eb
In the month you’ve been away from you’re parent’s home
Bbm Ab
You take the pills too much
Db Ab
You don’t give a damn about the job you’ve got
Db B E Gb Fm F
So long as your with the London Boys
F Dm
Ohh a London Boy, oo a London Boy
Eb Cm
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy
G Em
A London Boy, yes a London Boy
F D
You’re crying out loud that your a London Boy