Stop - what's that sound
It's the death rattle of this rusty old town
Stop - listen again
It's the sound of laughter all along the Thames

Hey - what's my line
Do I have to stay here 'til the end of time
I'm - good looking and bright
I want to see life after ten at night

So if they ask you where I am
I'm in the back of a transit van
In a squat on the earls court road
Gone down to London turning coal into gold
Down to London - down to London
Gone down to London to be the king

Hey - what's your name
The boys back home all seem to look the same
You - should stick with me
And one of us will make it, just you see

Stop - what's that sound
Seems like the sixties are still swinging around
Hey - can you hear me back there
Or is there anybody left to care

So if you ask me where they are
They're hanging tough in a soho bar
Playing guitars in the underground
Gone down to London trying to chase that sound
Down to London - down to London
Gone down to London to be the king

So I ask you should I cry or laugh
Drinking tea in a kings cross caff
A leather jacket against the cold
Gone down to London turning coal into gold
Down to London - down to London
Gone down to London to be the king

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): JOE JACKSON