Bow bells say goodbye to the last train

Over the river they all go again

Out in to leafy nowhere

Hope someone waiting out there for them

Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun

He works nights but it's not much fun

Picks up the London yo yo's'

All on their way down Soho

Take me home

Other people wouldn't like to hear you

If you said

That these are the best days

Of our lives

Other people turn around and laugh at you

If you said

That these are the best days

Of our lives

Trellick Tower's been calling

I know she'll leave me in the morning

In hotel cells listening to dial tones

Remote controls and cable moans

In his drink he's talking

Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home

Other people wouldn't like to hear you

If you said

That these are the best days

Of our lives

Other people turn around and laugh at you

If you said

That these are the best days

Of our lives

Of our lives

Other people wouldn't like to hear you

If you said

That these are the best days

Of our lives

Other people turn around and laugh at you

If you said

That these are the best days

Of our lives

Other people break into a cold sweat

If you said

That these are the best days

Of their lives

And other people turn around and laugh at you

If you said

That these are the best days

Of our lives

Of our lives