Song parody of
London Lady
by The Stranglers
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Little lady
With Dingwall's bullshit
You're so stupid
Foetid brainwaves
Little lady
What really happens
When you see mirrors
You get the shivers
Ah!
Making love to
The Mersey Tunnel
With a sausage, have you ever been to Liverpool?
Please don't talk much
It burns my ears
Tonight you've talked for a thousand years
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Oh London Lady
Why did you lay me?
Your head is crowded
With the names you've hounded
The lines around your
Eyes they show me
You realize the party's over London Lady
Party's over London Lady
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Little lady
With Dingwall's bullshit
You're so stupid
Foetid brainwaves
Little lady
What really happens
When you see mirrors
You get the shivers
Ah!
Making love to
The Mersey Tunnel
With a sausage, have you ever been to Liverpool?
Please don't talk much
It burns my ears
Tonight you've talked for a thousand years
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Plastic's real when you're real sick
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Oh London Lady
Why did you lay me?
Your head is crowded
With the names you've hounded
The lines around your
Eyes they show me
You realize the party's over London Lady
Party's over London Lady
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
Tell me what you've got to look so pleased about
