I see London in a trance, I see London's underpants
In the papers, on the telescreens
All across this charming land, I see London underhand
People laughing, nothing really gained
Oh and you shock me, you happy hooligan
You make me blush and run
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I see mirth in the majesty,
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I see tripping royalty
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I see flaw in the elegance,
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I see London's underpants
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I hear trashy double punch, I see London lose its lunch
Ask me what I feel, I'll spit in your eye
Oh you impress me, you're such a strapping lad
You leave me flushed and mad
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I see mirth in the majesty,
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I see tripping royalty
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I see flaw in the elegance,
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I see London's underpants
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Way oh way way behind
I see London in a trance
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Oh and you shock me, you happy hooligan
You make me blush and run
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I see mirth in the majesty,
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I see tripping royalty
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I see flaw in the elegance,
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I see London's underpants
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I see marks on the monarchy, I feel like tripping royalty
Let's banish all the press to France
for drowning us in London's underpants
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I see pain in the factory, I see gall in the gallery
I'm sick of London's tabloid prance,
I'm sick of seeing London's bright and brassy underpants OOH
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