From the south I rose
I rose safe and sound
London is my home
I’m a Londoner and proud
bedsits verse the penthouse
same street address
whilst the tramp sleeps
in his cardboard home
down below
no such luxuries no home abode
a million miles apart
vagabonds, a clown a yuppie
neighbors with no common ground
yet respect always found
taxi’s come taxi’s go
the rain and streetlights all aglow
graffiti art, train lines loud
posh rooftop bars
and in the gutter, drunks drown
pubs and karaoke
music and beer
live football in some
as hooligans cheer
from the south I rose
I rose safe and sound
London is my home
I’m a Londoner and damn proud.