Letras:
Leslie Mendelson

The crowd drifts away The music's beginning to fade The last notes have been played As we drift out of sight From a young girl selling a rose Where the

I'm going underground With the rest of London I'm going down, down With the rest of London What will become of you? Who knows just what will become of

The banners are all coming down Now that you're leaving town It's getting cold again But life must still go on Even though I know it won't be long Until

What's the fuss, people talking I know they're thinking that there's Something ain't right And when they ask me I just smile and blush They want to know

We could fly right over the talk The talk of the town And nobody would ever know If we were around Watching them looking for us Where we couldn't be