Every morning’s sunrise means the same to him
Endless roads and rain, and faces follow him
And when he walks down London streets
with bare feet on the ground
With mocking eyes and smiling faces
people gatherin‘ around
What is the sense of each and everyone
To find it out it needs no rich man’s son

So he thinks and smokes another cigaret
Knowing no one cares if he’s alive or dead
And then he walks down London streets
with bare feet on the ground
With mocking eyes and smiling faces
people gatherin‘ around
What is the sense of each and everyone
To find it out it needs no rich man’s son
... rep.

Wee – dob – doo ...

What is the sense of each and everyone
To find it out it needs no rich man’s son
... rep.