(Shane MacGowan)
Ah London you're a lady
Laid out before my eyes

Your heart of gold it pulses
Between your scarred up thighs
Your eyes are full of sadness

Red busses skirt your hem
Your head-dress is a ring of lights
But I would not follow them

Your architects were madmen
Your builders sane but drunk
Among your faded jewels

Shine acid house and punk

You are a scarlet lady

Your streets run red with blood
Oh my darling they have used you
And covered you with mud

It was deep down in your womb my love
I drank my quart of sin
While chinamen played cards and draughts

And knocked back mickey finns

Your piss is like a river

Its scent is beer and gin
Your hell is in the summer
And you blossom in the spring

September is your purgatory
Christmas is your heaven
And when the stinking streets of summer

Are washed away by rain
At the dark end of a lonely street
That's where you lose your pain

'Tis then your eyes light up my love
And sparkle once again