Walking down the sidewalk on a purple afternoon I was accosted by a barker Playing a simple tune upon his flute Toot, toot, toot toot Silver rain was falling down upon the dirty ground of London Town People pass me by on my imaginary street Ordinary people it's impossible to meet Holding conversations that are always incomplete Well, I don't know Oh, where are there places to go? Someone, somewhere has to know I don't know Out of work again, the actor entertains his wife With the same old stories of his ordinary life Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife Well, I don't know Oh, where are there places to go? Someone, somewhere has to know Crawling down the pavement on a sunday afternoon I was arrested by a rozzer Wearing a pink balloon about his foot Toot, toot, toot toot Silver rain was falling down upon the dirty ground of London Town Someone, somewhere has to know Silver rain was falling down upon the dirty ground of London Town

Zaga Dat Zaga what Zaga Dat Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man in'a di London Town Bad man in'a di London Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man ready to shut it down Bad man ready to shut it down Step up unto that Man ah gonna gear up unto that (ah ah) Man ah gonna get up unto that (ah ah) Man ah gonna Get up strong for that, burst it, coconut What you talking about? I tell a man 'make a song for that' (pu pu) Setup the nookie, she love it and she ate up the cookie Check up the whah? Wear up the pussy I multiply burst off, smash up your bookie Back out the rookie; what, prick? Clap up your coofy Be best song for that, be best unto that Be best confident; big man long for that Bust it coconut man, big man conquer that Buff chicks, big man's bonking that Big whips, big man's honking that Peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man in'a di London Town Bad man in'a di London Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man ready to shut it down Bad man ready to shut it down Say me like 'Ifeoma, Ifeoma' Man try take Eazi for chihuahua I pray you say some and me come a Talk talk talk but them no do nada Long for that, long for that She say she chop me like ofada She pray she husband-band don't find out Pree pree me 'cause nobody badder You're messing with the godfather (zaga dat) This is a happy boy take over E be me wey dey make the girls bend over (zaga dat) Call me Mr Legover (zaga dat) Messing with the godfather Tell a soccer boy 'take cover' If I dropping this one with Hollowman They ma feel it from Naija to England Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town (Zaga dat) Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man in'a di London Town Bad man in'a di London Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man ready to shut it down Bad man ready to shut it down Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town (Zaga Dat) Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man in'a di London Town Bad man in'a di London Man ah got peng tings in'a di London Town Peng tings in'a di London Man ah got bad man ready to shut it down Bad man ready to shut it down

Sounds good... mics sound good... alright A 1, 2, 3, 4, I tell ya, one time back in the old west Now that was the time where everybody knew Where they going and what they were doing I just wanted to know if you can still, can still Get that sound, still get that sound of the old west Everyone's looking out, looking for something new There is still one old sound that still rings true Out there upon the hill, out there upon the plain You can still hear the cowboys sing again Everyone knows what's done Everyone knows that songs must still be sung If you can see the big sky, if you can hear the call Maybe you might just be west of London Town That's London Town West of London Town West of London Town West of London Town West of London Town Yippie Yie Yay Up yer kilt

A foggy day in London Town Had me low and had me down I viewed the morning with such alarm The British Museum had lost its charm How long, I wondered, could this thing last? But the age of miracles hadn't passed For, suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London Town The sun was shining everywhere. A foggy day in London Town Had me low and had me down I viewed the morning with such alarm The old British Museum had lost its charm How long, I wondered, could this thing last? But the age of miracles hadn't passed For, suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London Town The sun was shining everywhere.