Swinging London Town

Do you know the me that wakes

And sees the livewire in my eyes?

The it girl with a twist girl

And no one realises

That I'm living on a tightrope

I can't, I won't look down

I pussyfoot from drink to drink

In swinging London Town

Do you know the me that wakes at places

With faces I've never seen?

The mother of all hangovers

To remind me where I've been

And if I stop, I'm sickened

It really gets me down

So I step back into the city lights

The queen of London Town

It's the queen of London Town

It's the queen of London Town

New York, Monaco, Paris and Milan

Poor little rich girl

Who does it 'cause she can

I'm just a big time Gucci girl

A first in retail therapy

And now we're down the slide to rehab

And all of it for free

And with these joke-fuelled egos

Martini sipping chums

Gigolos, stick-thin models

Hanging off their arms

I guess I'm neck deep in it

I'm starting to drown

Along with all the wannabes

In swinging London Town

Do you know me?

Do you know me?

Do you know me?

Really, really know me?

Do you know me?

Do you know me?

Do you know me?

Really really know me?

(Do you know me?)

(Really really know me?)

Soho soaks, drink Campari

Free flowing bubbly

A drop of gin

Cocktails with price tags

Make you choke on your sushi

Dressed to impress

These bright young things

Chelsea chicks drink

White wine spritzers

G and T's or bottled beer

Horray Henry's

Cruising the King's Road

In daddy's Bentley still full of gear

Do you know the me, the face that graces

The pages of Hello?

Try hard to die hard

United on the goal

Air kissing eligible bachelors

And trust-fund daddy's boys

International playgirls

Showing off their toys

And all these price tag starlets

A galaxy of stars

Buzzing 'round the next big thing

And checking out their cars

I guess I'm neck deep in it

I'm starting to drown

Along with all the wannabes

In swinging London Town

Swinging London Town

Swinging London Town

Swinging London Town