Black cabs and ab-dabs.
Dashing through London streets,
High heels and crippled feet.
Back street bars,
wealthy sheiks,
ever running,
Hide and seek.
Black panther’s in lippy,
Colourful hippies.
Turbans and tunics,
Kiddies in cotton with mud on their bottoms.
Big Whigs and stiff prigs.
Market stalls and rubber balls.
Undergrounds and all around.
City beats, it’s hopping on.
On and off off of buses and train.
London love life kicking pain.
Picks up his drink and thinks like a fish.
A couple more beers, three seconds of fun.
Slipped into his glass.
Glass one, two three,
Freedom four.
Needs more.


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