Lyrics:

I saw her in piccadilly
She had an air of savoir faire
Her blue eyes were rather chilly
But I asked her if she'd care
To join me, and we'd go places
And hear the sound of london town
To see all the different faces
All living under queen and crown
To see the country vicars and the city slickers
The leakings and noble dukes
Everybody moving, everybody grooving
They've all got the london look
We sat down, got tired of walking
We said we'd meet, it was so sweet
Then we kissed and gave up talking
And then we left for old bond street
To see the country vicars and the city slickers
The leakings and noble dukes
Everybody moving, everybody grooving
They've all got the london look
Oh, the sights were so enchanting
The bells of bow chimed, 'la-dee-doe'
Those blue eyes became entrancing
I told her that I loved her so