London, the smell of pastry greets me at St Pancras
The sun is blinding me out on the platform
Step out onto the street, I've got a plan for me, I've got a seat
Ooh, I'm starting a new life
Traded vodka for red wine,
The city's in bloom,
A sardine on the circle line
Farringdon nights in the summertime
Stumbled home last night, woke on the wrong coast
Sixty mile commute's a joke
What a wonderful sight to see the sunrise
And let the hangover soak in too
Ooh, I'm starting a new life
Traded vodka for red wine,
The city's got you,
And you thought you'd catch her this time
Farringdon nights and the winter sky