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London Town, C'mon Down
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Credits
- Roger Taylor - vocals
- Treana Morris - vocals
- Keith Prior - drums
- Steve Barnacle - bass guitar
- Mike Crossley - keyboards
- Jason Falloon - guitars
Discography
Albums:
Singles:
Alternate Versions:
- CD Master Version (Withdrawn) 6:51 - Unreleased
- CD 3:22 Single
Chords & Tabs
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Lyrics
I got it down, I got it down
I got it down in London Town
I got it down, I got it down
I got it down in London Town
Dig this and dig that
Dig the thin and dig the fat
Dig the boys and dig the girls
Dig the straights and dig the curls
Dig the future, dig the past
Dig the audience and cast
Dig the sights, dig the sounds
Yeah, dig this London Town
C'mon down (c'mon down)
To London Town
C'mon down (c'mon down)
To London Town (to London Town)
Electric light surrounding me
Feel the electricity
Feeling up, getting higher
Feed on my electric fire
If you wanna get up, you gotta go down
Get your fix on London Town
So c'mon down
To London Town
C'mon down (c'mon down)
To London Town
C'mon down (c'mon down)
To London Town (to London Town)
C'mon down, I got it down, I got it down in London Town
I got it down, I got it down, I got it down in London Town
I got it down
I got it down
I got it down
I got it down
I got it down
I got it down, I got it down, I got it down in London Town
I got it down, I got it down
I got it down, I got it down
I got it down, I got it down
Down
But for the fact that the eye can cease to respond
The brain to absorb, the heart to miss a beat
The spirit to launch itself at hazardous speculation
That surely the weird creatures that make up
This dark hive called London, or for that matter the world
It would lie spread before us every day such it seemed
It haunts the brains of magnates
The delirium of heads and brains and hands
The camalcade hardly to be suffered
The very implessness of its inventive fantasy
C'mon down
C'mon down
Come on down
C'mon down
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
C'mon down
Come on
Come on down
Come on down
Clay miracles float by in a hundred lights
The eyes of constellations swarm through London
Sight becomes cluttered, there is no end to it
Beneath the electric glare and the fog
In downpouring sunlight and fire light
In wind and sun rise are at dusk
There is no end
One night stand
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