Somewhere near the globe
Where the ghost of Elizabethan actors
Still roam the streets

London Bridge Is Falling Down

I think about Buckingham Palace
Where the guards protect the queen
Who cries all the time

London Bridge is falling down

Somewhere close to Big Ben
Where the Westminster Chimes
Still haunt the ears

London Bridge is falling down

The prison cells in the Tower Of London
Where sacred life becomes apparition
And weeps at the thought

London Bridge is falling down

there's a little orange sun outside my window
it shines sorta bright and into the dark night
where the deer frolic and the snakes slither
to the insects it's a disco and they party till the dawn
i am thankful for my sunshine and i am thankful when it's gone