London Boy - Nick Harris

(We can go driving in, on my scooter) (Ah, you know, just 'round London) I love my hometown As much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen Faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate Met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you, ooh And now I love high tea Stories from Uni and the West End You can find me in the pub We are watchin' rugby with his school friends Show me a grey sky, a rainy cab ride Babes, don't threaten me with a good time They say home is where the heart is But God, I love the English You know I love a London boy I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch in the afternoon He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate Met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you So please show me Hackney Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street Just wanna be with you Wanna be with you Stick with me, I'm your queen Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath Just wanna be with you (wanna be with you) Wanna be with you (oh) 'Cause you know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Soho, drinking in the afternoon (yeah) He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you (you) Took me back to Highgate Met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true (yeah) You know I love a London boy (oh) Boy (oh), I fancy you (I fancy you) So please show me Hackney Doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street Just wanna be with you (Boy, boy, I fancy you, oh whoa, oh, oh) Stick with me, I'm your queen Like a Tennessee Stella McCartney on the Heath Just wanna be with you (Wanna be with you) (I fancy you, yeah, I fancy you) Ooh wooh ooh

Mad about the boy, it's pretty funny But I'm mad about the boy He has a gay appeal that makes me feel There's maybe something sad about the boy Walking down the street, his eyes look out at me From people that I meet I can't believe it's true but when I'm blue In some strange way I'm glad about the boy I'm hardly sentimental Love isn't so sublime I have to pay my rental And I can't afford to waste much time If I could employ a little magic That would finally destroy This dream that pains me and enchains me But I can't because I'm mad about the boy Mad about the boy