Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh
Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
She's a London girl
Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh
Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh

London girls all fight same
I should have cut my hair and changed my name
I should have told that girl leaving home
When she was shouting down the telephone

D-d-d-darling do you feel alright?
'Cause even I tell up my phone all night
And your voice is ringing in my head
'Cause she's a
'Cause she's a London girl

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh
Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
She's a London girl
Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh
Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh

Head so hard I'm on the floor
I never felt a kiss like this before
And when she stares me out
God help me now
Light me up and strike me down

D-d-d-darling do you feel alright?
'Cause even I tell up my phone all night
And now your voice is ringing in my head
'Cause she's a
'Cause she's a London girl
She's a London girl

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh
Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
She's a London girl
Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh
Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh

I wake up, she's at the door
With a face made up from the night before
When she stares me out
God help me now
Light me up and strike me down
Face like London's seen no more
Leave the fur coat begging on the floor
And her voice is ringing in my head
I should have, have, have

'Cause she's a London girl
Oh, she's a London girl
Oh, she's a fucking nightmare
Oh, she's a London girl

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Ultra Tunes
Writer(s): Barnaby Courtney, Neil Ormandy, Sam Bartle