Hey, Droogie, how you doing?
Do you wanna come along with me?
I'm gonna take out a mortgage
on a London ticket
To see what I can see
City of the critic and
the media wonk
Market of the oligarchs
I got a hun dred dollar coffee
and a hamster cafe
Where Angles met with Marx
I'm gonna use imaginary money
Gonna dress up in my Sunday best
Taking my imaginary girlfriend
Out to ima ginary west
Yeah, how are you doing, bruv,
in your glass and steel towers?
Where the sicky, sicky smell of celebrity
can hang around for hours?
Gonna use ima ginary money
Gonna dress up in my Sunday best
Taking my imaginary girlfriend
Up to ima ginary west
So goodbye, tara, farewell,
here's the news, wherever you are
In whichever godforsaken
provincial harbour
where you park your crouched -up car
Gonna use ima ginary money,
gonna dress up in my Sunday best
Taking my imaginary girlfriend
Out to ima ginary west