Cifras
London Boys

 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