London, London .

I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go

I'm lonely in London, London, this lovely soul

I cross the streets without fear, everybody keeps the way clear

I know, I know no one here to say hello

I know they keep the way clear

I am lonely in London without fear

I am wandering round and round here

Nowhere to go

While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky

Yes, my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky

Oh, Sunday, Monday, autumn, pass by me

And people hurry on, so peacefully

A group approaches a policeman

He seems so pleased to please them

It's good at least to live, and I agree

He seems so pleased at least

And it's so good to live in peace and Sunday, Monday, yes, and I agree.

While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the skies,

yes my eyes go looking for flying sources in the sky I don't know what I

lost so far away I don't think I will last and I will pray I do not want to

make a mess and I know about the thing I possess I came around to say yes and I

say I do not want to make a mess and I know about the things that I possess I

I came around to say yes

And I say

While my eyes

Are looking for

Flying sources in the skies

Yes, my eyes

Are looking for

Flying sources in the skies