Dandy on the Circle Line

Dandy on the circle line
Somewhere in suburbia
All of London will be thine
When somebody's heard of ya
Shoulder pads and lacy cuffs
Periwigs and powder puffs
Skinny hips and skinny jeans
Running from the local toughs

London is yours
Windows and doors
Ceiling to floors

Dandy on the circle line
Changing for the Bakerloo
Posing by the exit sign
Waiting for a break or two
Standing in Italian shoes
Looking at the thing to queues
Dreaming of the future nights
When your name is up in lights

New York (?)
The restaurants and stores
And fifty-foot floors

So don't forget her
She beliеved you
When your demons camе in
And your angels had left you for dead
She believed in you
But you left her
Dandy on the circle line