I thought the streets were paved with gold I always thought my fortune flowed\\
All along the River Thames from Westminster to Southend into the sea\\
I thought I'd find it at the heart of every garden and Royal Park\\
Where money grows on trees beneath a moon that's made of cheese\\
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But the ground beneath my feet was just tarmac and concrete\\
The road sticking to my Converse as it melted in the heat\\
Of a muggy Monday morning through the smog of global warming\\
The sun would not be blocked by any cream bought from a shop\\
On a busy London high street that looked just like any other\\
As it was filmed from every angle for a voyeuristic big brother\\
The opening of another Tesco Metro supermarket\\
Girls leaving the Body Shop for the nearest golden arches\\
And if a horror film or snuff movie was captured on the cameras\\
It could be used in court as evidence, which didn't mean much to the families\\
In the crematorium where the left side of the stereo wasn't working\\
For the song that played as it conveyed the coffin through the curtains \\
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I thought the streets were paved with gold I always thought my fortune flowed\\
All along the River Thames from Westminster to Southend into the sea\\
I thought I'd find it at the heart of every garden and Royal Park\\
Where money grows on trees beneath a moon that's made of cheese\\
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Using all my cartoon super power I scaled the face of St Stephen's Tower\\
And looking down across my manor I unfurled my stupid protest banner\\
The tourists watching from the wheel with their camera phones and happy meals\\
Suspected a PR stunt and secretly they hoped I'd jump\\
And break my neck but not be killed on the electric fence that had just been built\\
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If we keep the terrorists at bay maybe they'll just go way\\
And leave us to mount our challenge to all the Americans who thought\\
Our service will never be as lousy as the service in New York\\
At fifteen minutes to the hour I'd climb down from St Stephen's Tower\\
For cigarettes and Lucozade with the police and the fire brigade\\
Dr Samuel Johnson you were very nearly right \\
I was tired of London but I will never tire of life\\
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Mighty Mouse is on his way \\
Here I come to save the day\\
From the tower of Big Ben \\
Flying south across the Thames\\
Faster than the speed of sound \\
High above the Underground\\
With my supermarket bag \\
Just another cartoon dad in London town\\\\