David Bowie

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F                Dm
Bow bells strike, 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 your folks you're gonna stay away
Eb                   Ab
Bright lights, Soho, Wardour 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 your parents' 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 you're with the London Boys
  F                Dm
A London Boy, oh 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 you're a London Boy
    A                  F#m
You think you've had a lot of fun
        G                        Em
But you ain't got nothing you're on the run
     E                          C#m
It's too late now 'cause you're out there boy
       F#                   A
You've got it made with the rest of the toys
E                        C#m
Now you wish you'd never left your home
       F#                             A
You've got what you wanted but you're on your own
         C#     F#     B
With the London Boys
G#                 C#     F#     B
Now you've met the London Boys
G#                 C#     F#     B
Now you've met the London Boys
G#                 C#     F#     B
Now you've met the London Boys