Teksty: Blur. London Loves.

A malady has taken him over
Coughing tar in his Japanese motor
The lights are magic
And he feels lucky
And he's got money
Shoots like an arrow, oh

London loves
The mystery of a speeding car
London loves
The misery of a speeding heart

It's love you like and everyone's at it
And words are cheap when the mind it elastic
He loves the violence
Keeps ticking over
So sleep together
Before today is sold forever

London loves
The way people just fall apart
London loves
The way you just don't stand a chance
London loves

The misery of a speeding heart

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh ohoh

London loves
The mystery of a speeding car
London loves
The misery of a speeding heart
London loves
The mystery

Oh, hey, hey
London loves
The way people just fall apart
London loves
The way we just don't stand a chance
London loves (always London loves!)
The speeding heart

[sampled traffic bulletins from London radio]