Madness We Are London
From Regents Park mosque onto Baker Street.
Down to the Cross where all the pipes smoke neat.
To Somers Town where some things never stop.
The Roundhouse, the Marathon bar in Camden lock.
You can make it your own hell or heaven, Live as you please,
Can we make it if we all live together, As one big family.
Down to Chinatown for duck and rice.
Along old Compton Street the boys are nice.
On Carnaby you can still get the threads.
If you wanna be a mod a punk a ted or a suede head.
You can make it your own hell or heaven, Live as you please,
Can we make it if we all live together, As one big family.
We are London,
London talking.
We are London,
London walking.
In all the night clubs, strip joints and the bars.
From it's poorest paid to it's highest stars.
The poets plumbers painters spreads and sparks.
From it's inner city to it's furthest parts.
You can make it your own hell or heaven, Live as you please,
Can we make it if we all live together, As one big family.
We are London,
London talking.
We are London,
London walking.
