Good taste at times I've sometimes lacked I won't deny the truth I got dressed up as Donald Duck Making up for my repressed youth Disco balls and spandex pants On questionable friends Disco died but how the fog still rolled across the River Thames Snarling they just came along And cut us to the quick Called us a bunch of dinosaurs And gave us a load of sticks Told us that the times was changing And all good things must end But I'm still here and the fog still rolls across the River Thames chorus Nelson's on his column Ravens are in the Tower Big Ben never lost his voice Chimes on every hour And the fog still rolls off the River Thames The forecast calls for rain London Bridge ain't falling down And some things never change The black-faced boys were holding tight And Thatcher's in a noose Hair got teased beyond belief In the age of the golden goose The new romantics claimed the throne And we were wondering when But they lost their crown and the fog still rolled across the River Thames