Lyrics The Rifles – Lost In London
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Can’t take no more of this panic and stress
Rely on living off the DHSS
Ain’t got no money cause I don’t wanna work
Just sit around and let the hours drift away
He tried his hand at a job in a factory
But can’t take orders off of people that he don’t like
He can’t make up his mind what he wants to be
I have to say that I’ve got to agree that you’re
But can’t take orders off of people that he don’t like
He can’t make up his mind what he wants to be
I have to say that I’ve got to agree that you’re
Getting lost in London…
I cannot lie yes I find it so hard
To sell my dreams for a job with security
You want me close yeah you want me so near
Darling don’t you know I’ve never had a career
Fell on his feet starting dating a secretary
‘Til she found out he was broke and it was goodnight
He can’t make up his mind what he wants to be
I have to say that I’ve got to agree that you’re
Getting lost in London…
We’ve got a bit of a problem
With the youth of today
You better find a solution
You can say what you like
But you know where to put your 9 to 5
Getting lost in London…