West London in the sun,
Last summer of the millennium,
We were in love
And having fun,
But fun wouldn\'t last too long,
Love didn\'t have too long to run.
You, a Dance kid
Of sweet nineteen,
Your record collection was
Rock and Roll free,
Me, a relic
From a bygone scene,
We had nothing we could talk about,
All you ever did was shout,
About the DJs you\'d seen,
In Ibiza and Berlin,
In the Babylons of Dance,
I didn’t stand a chance…
West London in the sun
Last summer of the millennium,
We were in love
And having fun,
But fun wouldn\'t last too long,
Love didn\'t have too long to run.