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 lookin' and bright
I wanna 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 changing coal into gold
Down to London, down to London
Gone down to London to be the king
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

And if you ask me where they are
They're hanging tough in a Soho bar
Playing guitars on the Underground
Gone down to London tryin' to chase that sound
Down to London, down to London
Gone down to London to be the king
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 changing coal into gold
Down to London, down to London
Gone down to London to be the king
Gone down to London to be the king