Georgie Boy Georgie Boy,
Where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the Queen.

Georgie Boy Georgie Boy,
What did you do there,
I checked in on Westminster,
To see if they still care?

The Queen was dead,
And so was cash,
To eat fish n chips
No more alas....

But a Lebanese, Turkish,
Greek or Egyptian,
World wide bizarres,
Multi cultural kitchens.

To find real ale
Was hell of a chore,
I had to circumnavigate the tube,
Alas, in Euston I scored!

London Pride in demise,
A Cockney accent was rare,
To put this in print,
Well Do I?
I've dared….

A middle aged
white man,
Classed, ignorant type,
The wokies so precious
So sanctimoniously right.

I went to Camden
To seek out Dingwalls,
Where Dury once played,
Cheerful reasons no more.

Cause it's now called Koko,
Still some live music played,
But I bet Ian and Wilko,
Would turn in their graves.

So I visited Kilburn,
Saw the High Roads sign,
But The Fiddler boarded up,
A sigh of the times.

My only hope for a good pint,
And some music played live,
Was a London Irish pub,
Sadly not a dive….

Where rapscallions and hobos used to swear smoke and drink,
It may as well now be a gay bar,
Called, Billy The Pink.

Still no ale on draft,
But a fine pint of Guiness,
A musican arrived,
I thought this is the business.

The musician sat, smiled,
Another arrived,
They ordered big jugs of water,
I shuddered, then cried.

Are there statues still standing
In old London Town?
Or have lovies and lefties,
Had them all raised to the ground?

I'm geriatric and grumpy,
But quite a nice bloke,
They're trying to turn us all racist,
I won't become part of their joke.

I'm sadly quite happy
That I'm nearing the grave,
When I was young I was good,
Now I'm old, badly behaved.

It seems I have lived life,
Quite in reverse,
I was once naive and innocent,
But now I am cursed.

Georgie Boy Georgie Boy
Where did you go,
I think it was London
I wish it was SO!