INTRO: D A D A D
A D
You're telling me 'shut your mouth'
A D
If I wasn't kissing, you wouldn't be around
A D
You talk about faggots, little moma's boy
A E
You sit at home, you got a chaperone
A D
You need an escort to take a piss
A D
He holds your hand and he shakes your dick
A D
You're so pretty, suburban kitty
A E
You think you're gonna change, rearrange your city?
D Em A
Little London boys
D Em A
You're little London boys
D Em A
You're little London boys
A E
You think you're gonna fool me?
Ha ha ha ha
A D A D
Little rich kid, what do you know?
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You had 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,
Feelings in the air, vasaline pretty
You don't need no drunk, just LSD
You're all big shots. 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 audience.
Too bad you 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,
Little London boys
You're little London Boys
