THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE LONDON | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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English songs are now forgotten. Every one I know Thinks that to the land of cotton he must go Some for Dixie Land are sighing, some for Alabam are crying Others want to live and die in Ohio I don't want they're Dixie Land or they're Alabam I don't know what Idaho and I don't care a... little bit. Chorus: There's no place like London There's no place like... good old London's city Where the girls are young and pretty And the boys are gay, hip, hip, hooray I don't want to go to USA. There's no place like London The town that never wears a frown So Ohio I'm not a-going, I can do my Ohiowing Way down in London Town. Where the lights of Broadway dazzle Hear the Yankee crow 'This Beats old London to a frazzle, gee you're slow Guess you're little town you're Wapping Just wants picking up and dropping In the corner of a shopping Broadway mall.' With their bright illuminations, millions of lamps New York City licks creation, but I'll bet for licking stamps, Chorus: There's no place like London There's no place like... good old London's city Where the girls are young and pretty And the boys are gay, hip, hip, hooray I don't want to go to USA. There's no place like London The town that never wears a frown Cowboy shooting may be thrilling Motor buses do our killing, way down in London Town. Chorus: There's no place like London There's no place like... good old London's city Where the girls are young and pretty And the boys are gay, hip, hip, hooray I don't want to go to USA. For there's no place like London The town that never wears a frown Yankee girls may have more hustle But our girls can show more fringenet way down in London Town. |
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Written and composed by R.P. Weston | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Performed by Whit Cunliffe (1876-1966) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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