London pride has been handed down to us
London pride is a flower that's free
London pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride is forever will be
Whoa, Liza
See the coster barrows
The vegetables and the fruit piled high
Oh, Liza
Little London sparrows
Covent garden market where the costers cry
Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history
Every street pins a memory down
Nothing ever can quite replace
The grace of London town
There's a little city flower
Ever spring unveiling
Growing in the crevices
By some London railing
Though it has a latin name
In town and countryside
We in england call it
London pride
London pride has been handed down to us
London pride is a flower that's free
London pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it forever will be
Hey, lady
When the day is dawning
See the policeman yawning
On his lonely beat
Gay lady
Mayfair in the morning
Hear your footsteps echo
In the empty street
Early rain
And the pavement's glistening
All park lane
In a shimmering gown
Nothing ever could break or harm
The charm
Of London town
In our city, darkened now
Street and square and crescent
We can feel our living past
In our shadowed present
Ghosts beside our starlit thames
Who lived and loved and died
Keep throughout the ages
London pride
London pride has been handed down to us
London pride is a flower that's free
London pride means our own dear town to us
And our pride it forever will be
Grey city
Stubbornly implanted
Taken so for granted
For a thousand years
Stay, city
Smokily enchanted
Cradle of our memories
Of our hopes and fears
Every blitz
Your resistance toughening
From the ritz
To the anchor and crown
Nothing ever could override
The pride
Of London town
