Were on the city road, going far and wide
Travailing up and down, side to side
I bounce in my seat, awaiting for arrival
This destination, I can not handle
For my accent it heavy and thick
And everyone thinks I might be from war
I stare at the ground, oh why great London
I came here to work, not make friends
But still, it would be nice to have someone there
A smile tugs at my lips, for I can not frown!
I'm in great London! And this is where I make the acquaintance, of my best pen pal