The view - Sixth Avenue
 The legs of Waterloo Lily
 Black tights for dark nights
 On a trip through Picadilly
 If you knew the kind of glue
 She gums her eyelids with
 Realise, on those eyes
 That's a gum you'd rather not use
 From a jar, in the house of Waterloo Lily
 Painted red, the double bed
 The biggest in the city
 Especially [bad word]  hung undone
 To stimulate delight
 [bad word] machines seem but clean
 She does things, you call her [bad word] 

 Waterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all on
 Got a bra to fit a car
 port upon her back you warm your feet on
 corset keeps her in
 So when you pull a string it lets it all out
 Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly blue

 Pint of white on Lily's lip
 The daily upper door
 Down the caff, a cup of char
 Double dogwalk, brown and British
 Imagine you and Lily too
 Aboard a double bunk
 Riding two, it's out of view
 All the things your sister won't...

 Waterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all on
 Got a bra to fit a car
 port upon her back you warm your feet on
 corset keeps her in
 So when you pull a string it lets it all out
 Lily Waterloo, Picadilly blue