Down To London Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Stop, what's that sound 

It's the death rattle of this rusty old town 

Stop, listen again 

It's the sound of laughter all along the Thames 

Hey, what's my line 

Do I have to stay here 'til the end of time 

I'm, good looking and bright 

I want to see life after ten at night 

So if they ask you where I am 

I'm in the back of a transit van 

In a squat on the earls court road 

Gone down to London turning coal into gold 

Down to London, down to London 

Gone down to London to be the king 

Hey, what's your name 

The boys back home all seem to look the same 

You, should stick with me 

And one of us will make it, just you see 

Stop, what's that sound 

Seems like the sixties are still swinging around 

Hey, can you hear me back there 

Or is there anybody left to care 

So if you ask me where they are 

They're hanging tough in a Soho bar 

Playing guitars in the underground 

Gone down to London trying to chase that sound 

Down to London, down to London 

Gone down to London to be the king 

So I ask you should I cry or laugh 

Drinking tea in a kings cross caff 

A leather jacket against the cold 

Gone down to London turning coal into gold 

Down to London, down to London 

Gone down to London to be the king