Swinging London Town

Do you know the me that wakes and sees the live wire in her 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 pussy-foot from drink to drink in swinging London town

Do you know the me that wakes in 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

The Queen of London town

The Queen of London town

New York, Monaco, Paris and Milan

Poor little rich girl who does it cos she can

I'm just a big time Gucci girl, a first in retail therapy

Now we're down the slide to rehab, and all of it's for free

And with these joke filled egos, Martini swilling charm

Gigolos sniffing models hanging off their arm

I guess I'm neck deep in it, and 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 & Ts or a bottle of B

Hooray Henries crusing the Kings's road

And daddy's Bentley stocked full of gear

Gear, gear, gear, gear

Gear, gear, gear, gear

Do you know the me the face graces the pages of "Hello"

Try hard to die hard, united on the go

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 showing off their cars

I guess I'm neck deep in it and starting to drown

Along the wannabes in swinging London town

Swinging London town

Swinging London town

Swinging London town