Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market?
Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side.
Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something, to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old girl, who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She’s no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking,
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something, to make you change your mind.