West London in the Sun

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.