Lyrics:

Wonder if you can pick up my accent on the phone
When I call across the country, when I call across the world
I see you in my kitchen, I can picture you now
As you toast to your small town when you drink the happy hour

I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I'm in London still

I took the tube over to Camden to wander around
And I bought some funky records with that old Motown sound
And I miss you like my left arm that's been lost in a war
Today I dream of home and not of London anymore

I'm in London still
I'm in London still
Yeah, I'm in London still


You know it's okay, I'm kinda happy here for now
I, I think I've finally grown up and got myself a love of now
And if I ever come home and I, I think I will
I hope you're gonna wanna hang at my place on Sunday still

Oh yeah, I hope you will
'Cause I'm in London still

You know we got it sorted
Yeah, we really got it down
To a fine art on Sunday
In a sleepy Sunday town
I wonder what I'm missing
I think of songs I've never heard
I'm dreaming of your voices
And I'm dreaming of your herb

I'm in London still
I'm in London still
I'm in London still
Oh, I'm in London still
La-la-la-la-la, London still
I'm in London