London Boys

You’re telling me shut my mouth
If I wasn’t kissing, you wouldn’t be around
You talk about faggots, little mama’s boy
You sit at home, you got a chaperone
You need an escort to take a piss
He holds your hand and he shakes your dick
You’re so pretty, suburban kitty
You think you’re gonna change, rearrange my city?
Little London boys
You’re little London boys
You’re little London boys
You think you’re gonna fool me?
Ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Little rich kid, what do you know?
You hide 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
Stealing souvenirs, vaseline pretty
You don’t need no drugs, just LSD
You won’t get shot, 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 lot of ya
Too bad the 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 London boys
You poor little puppet