Hanging round in French Town Hanging round in English Town Hanging round in any place Always gets to be a bore. Hanging round with foreign girls Watching out for another chance 'Cause hanging round in Crazy Town Always gets to be a bore. Drinking tea in the afternoon Playing games with a loaded dice I sometimes fall for that English rose But it always ends up the same. I've hung around with French girls I've even hung round with a Russian girl But hanging round with any girl Always ends up meaning more. When the trains have gone to sleep And the tracks are fading fast When I'm sleeping next to you That's when I know that it won't last. When the galleries are quiet When the girls start reading books When I just sit there in my room That's when it all ends up the same. When there's girls in all my dreams You're so strung out it doesn't mean a thing On the edge of Shanty Town I just had to break away. When you're waiting on the Northern Line Tired of waiting, haven't got the time When I can't stand any of your friends That's when it had to change