The view, 6th avenue, the legs of Waterloo Lily
Black tights for dark nights on a trip through Piccadilly
If you knew the kind of glue she gums her eyelids with
Realise, on those eyes, that's a gum you'd rather not use
From a jar, in the house of Waterloo Lily
Painted red, the double bed, the biggest in the city
Especially sprung, hung undone to stimulate delight
Sex machine obscene but clean
She does things, you colour true blue
Waterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all on
Got a bra to fit a car
A port upon her back you warm your feet on
A corset keeps her in
So when you pull a string it lets it all out
Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly Blue
Pint of white on Lily's lip the daily upper door
Down the caff, a cup of char
Double dogwalk, brown and British
Imagine you and Lily too aboard a double bunk
Riding two, it's out of view
All the things your sister won't do
Waterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all on
Got a bra to fit a car
A port upon her back you warm your feet on
A corset keeps her in
So when you pull a string it lets it all out
Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly Blue
