Friday night The boys are tight And they're gonna drink til their livers explode, or the money's all gone Just passed two o'clock and the lads are ready to rock Where'll they get their bitters(??) And where'll they drink their ale?
In some crowded dingy pub Into the wee of the morning They'll drink until they drown Way down in London Town Way down, down in London Town
Just passed two AM and the lads are at it again They're all pissed and they're fallin' on their ass And next Friday night I'll bet there'll be a fight Drunken foolish bitter hooligans
In some crowded dingy pub Into the wee of the morning They'll drink until they drown Way down in London Town Way down, down in London Town Down in London Town