I ended up in London several hours ahead of time,
 In the small hours of the morning and they'd even closed the Circle Line,
 I'd hitch-hiked it in one lift! The kind of trip of which you dream -
 Until one day you don't need it, then you get it!... so it seems to me.

 I wandered in from Acton, even passed the BBC,
 Imagining that one day they'd all be interviewing me,
 I've got a rendezvouz this morning with Virgin & R
 I'm a hopeful with a bag of tapes, and Shank's Pony for a car...

 I'm a Yorkshire Kid in London - and I need lots of space
 Winding roads and open fields you don't have in this place,
 I'm here to see your empire, is it [bad word] what I have heard?
 You've got more people here than Sweden, but it's the loneliest place in the world.

 Found an "all-night-cafe" but I didn't stay too long,
 I didn't have much money (besides, this was someone else's song)
 I saw the aisles of Knightsbridge. I even gigged the Albert Hall!
 But in all the hours of wandering, talked to nobody at all.

 McEnroe was losing, for the first time which seemed - wrong!
 And the Virgin guy was watching while he listened to my songs,
 I don't know if he heard them with so much drama on the screen,
 But I didn't sign a contract, - it was Andy: "Love-Fifteen!!"

 I was a Yorkshire Kid in London, I didn't understand,
 All the chaos and the "MIND THE GAP!!!" in your gold-paved business land,
 I was so small you could have eaten and never sensed the taste,
 I was David, you - Goliath but my stones just went to waste.

 At Brent Cross Shopping Centre, thumb pointing up back home,
 wiser man is waiting for some kindly soul to pull over,
 I end up with protesters, who tried to stop a war,
 But they went ahead and fought it, and I guess to me that matters more.

 We're all Yorkshire Folk in London when [bad word] to being heard,
 We give our all but no-one hears or notices one word,
 And thought a million voices tell us not to go and take Iraq,
 We still went in, and we still [bad word] back.