I've been struck by the wind coming in from the east
That strips the grey river and stretches your skin
I’ve been choked by the engine and choked by the beast
Breathing fire and pollution and pleasure and sin
I’m the cry of the gulls from St Katharine’s Dock
I’m the cry of the Smithfield fishmonger at dawn
I’m the sharp-suited broker who steals like a fox
To the stock exchange floor to sell coffee and corn
My name is London Town
I’m your vision going up, I’m your nightmare coming down
I’m the Westminster fool, I’m the Pentonville clown
My name is London Town
I’m the bundle of rags in the Oxford Street doorway
Matted and ratted and shivering with cold
I’m the homecoming sunset that lights up the westwa
I’m the Union Flag, I’m the red, green and gold
My name is London Town
I’m your vision going up, I’m your nightmare coming down
I’m the Westminster fool, I’m the Pentonville clown
My name is London Town
I'm the dome of St Paul's, I’m the Regent's Park mosque
I’m the Temple, the Arsenal and White Hart Lane
I’m the bomb in Victoria, the fire at Kings Cross
I’m the nine o’clock dole queue and the ten o’clock train
My name is London Town
I’m your vision going up, I’m your nightmare coming down
I’m the Westminster fool, I’m the Pentonville clown
My name is London Town
I’m the immigrant town, the city of night
Of carousel dreams of beauty and pain
My streets paved with gold from the bold highway meters
Dick Whittington’s ghost in a no turning lane
My name is London Town
I’m your vision going up, I’m your nightmare coming down
I’m the Whitechapel murderer making his rounds
My name is London Town
My name is London Town