(*Billy Rath, Walter Lure, Thunders) You best believe I'm from New York City* You're telling me 'shut your mouth' If I wasn't kissing, you wouldn't be around You talk about faggots, little moma's boy You sit at home, you got a chaperone You need an escort to take a piss He holds your hand and he shakes your dick You're so pretty, suburban kitty You think you're gonna change, rearrange your city? Little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You think you're gonna fool me? Ha ha ha ha Little rich kid, what do you know? You had everything, don't you think it don't show? I've been a climbing, just a face to the wall Too much too soon, do you recall? Have a holiday in the city Feelings in the air, vasaline pretty You don't need no drunk, just LSD You're all big shots Shot by me You're little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys And I'm talking about the whole audience Too bad you boys don't know And the girls they don't go Everybody just shows You're little Little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You're little You're little Little London boys You're little London boys You poor little puppet