London Boys (studio 77) - Johnny Thunders, The Heartbreakers

You’re telling me shut my mouth

If I wasn’t kissing, you wouldn’t be around

You talk about faggots, little mama’s boy

You sit at home, you got a chaperone

You need an escort to take a piss

He holds your hand and he shakes your dick

You’re so pretty, suburban kitty

You think you’re gonna change, rearrange my city?

Little London boys

You’re little London boys

You’re little London boys

You think you’re gonna fool me?

Ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Little rich kid, what do you know?

You hide everything, don’t you think it don’t show?

I’ve been a-climbing, just a face to the wall

Too much too soon, do you recall?

Have a holiday in the city

Stealing souvenirs, vaseline pretty

You don’t need no drugs, just LSD

You won’t get shot, shot by me

You’re little London boys

You’re little London boys

You’re little London boys

And I’m talking about the whole lot of ya

Too bad the boys don’t know

And the girls, they don’t go

Everybody just shows

You’re little

Little London boys

You’re little London boys

You’re little London boys

You’re little London boys

You’re little London boys

You’re little London boys

You’re little

You’re little London boys

You poor little puppet