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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 13:47:50 -0700 (PDT) 
From: toomey  
Subject: b/bowie_david/london_boys.crd 

What a pretty song! 

F                Dm 
(A) bell strikes, another night 
     Eb                      Cm 
Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache 
F                          Dm 
You've bought some coffee, butter and bread 
    Eb                            Cm 
You can't make a thing, 'cause the meter's dead 
       F             Ab 
You've moved away 
            F                       Ab 
Told you're folks you're gonna stay away 
Eb                   Ab 
Bright lights, Soho, Waldorff Street 
    F                              Eb 
You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet 
Bbm                Ab 
Somebody shows you 'round. 
Db                 Ab 
Now you've met the London Boys 
Db 
Things seem good again 
B   E   Gb          Fm   F 
Someone cares about you 

       F                   Dm 
Oh the first time that you try a pill 
    Eb                       Cm 
You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill 
       F                      Dm 
You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose face 
   Eb                           Cm 
To let yourself down would be a big disgrace 
         F             Ab 
With the London Boys 
         F             Ab 
With the London Boys 
       Eb                      Ab 
You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown 
       F                                  Eb 
In the month you've been away from you're parent's home 
    Bbm                Ab 
You take the pills too much 
    Db                          Ab 
You don't give a damn about the job you've got 
   Db                    B  E   Gb    Fm   F 
So long as your with the London Boys 
      F                Dm 
Ohh a London Boy, oo a London Boy 
     Eb                      Cm 
Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy 
  G                 Em 
A London Boy, yes a London Boy 
       F                           D 
You're crying out loud that your a London Boy 
    A                  Gbm    
You think you've had a lot of fun 
        G                      Em 
But you ain't got nothing your on the run 
     E                          Dbm 
It's too late now 'cause you're out there boy 
       Gb                   A 
You've got it made with the rest of the toys 
E                        Dbm 
Now you wish you'd never left your home 
       Gb                             A 
You've got what you wanted but you're on your own  
         Db     Gb     B      
With the London Boys 
Ab                 Db     Gb     B 
Now you've met the London Boys 
Ab                 Db     Gb     B 
Now you've met the London Boys 
Ab                 Db     Gb     B 
Now you've met the London Boys