Intro:

Let your hair down in London City...everybody just keep 
moving with me.
Let your hair down in London City...everybody just keep 
moving with me.

Bud, sweat and beers!

And tonight we're in London city.

Verse 1:

I'm on the on the way to the city, where the lights 
are bright with some boys that like to fight, 
I'm leaning. Out the window, smoking a spliffy.
Through the wind in my eyes, like tears that I cry, 
getting high on the essence of life.
Cuz' tonight we're in London city. And I got bout' 400 
wit me...
15 minutes ago we left barking, now we're approaching 
the city, I'ma laughing.
Wanna hit a restaurant first cuz' I'm starving. Eat 
well for the start of emptying glasses. This is London 
city. 
The best city in the world when everybodys not shanking 
and blasting, young men moving to music and females 
shaking their asses.
 [bad word] 

Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep 
moving with me, just keep dancing with me, just keep 
rolling with me.
Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep 
moving with me, just keep dancing with me, just keep 
rolling with me.

Verse 2: 

Alright, I've finished my plate. Now I'm walking out 
the restaurant, lighting up the cigarette and then I 
pass half to my mate.
Many clubs and bars await. We're gonna drink and dance 
till' it's late.
And my name is Bait, so a lotta young ladies wanna 
glance at my face. One a' got a glass in their hand and 
a wiggling their [bad word] and their waist.
It's the old t-show, y ladies who wind down low. And 
if ya get approached by a bloke, who smells of weed, 
smoke, don't act like you don't wanna know.
Cuz' we got the city on smash. As the strobe lights 
flash, all I do is drink more champs and spend more 
cash...London City no match.
 [bad word] 

Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep 
moving with me, just keep dancing with me, just keep 
rolling with me.
Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep 
moving with me, just keep dancing with me, just keep 
rolling with me.

Verse 3:

As the [bad word] to a closure I'm far from sober, but 
I carry on drinking like a soldier, even when the night 
club's over.
Straight up in the morning and I still look smart but 
I'm far from a poser. I'm sporting, Ralph Lauren, 
Lacoste, Lyle and Scott
I'm 19 with more grades than my Dad's got and your 
girls still trying to watch. Well I guess my face just 
lights up the spots.
And now I'm [bad word] [bad word] in the road, staggering, 
looking for a cab back to Bagenham to kick back and 
cotch,
With this y blue eyed [bad word] girl that I got. 
With the light in the cab it was more than a lot. 
London City just pop.
 [bad word] 

Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep 
moving with me, just keep dancing with me, just keep 
rolling with me.
Let your hair down in London City, everybody just keep 
moving with me, just keep dancing with me, just keep 
rolling with me.

Outro:

...London City just pop.
Let your hair down in London City...