They come to see the dungeons here

The tourists flock from far and near

They do the tower and try the beer



The picking pockets cost your life

And every jury has a price

They bring the kids and show the wife



It makes them proud to be around

And take their summer piccies

To drink at night in Soho bars

And end up feeling sickie

And we're all making money

Lovely money



Rubber necks with cash to burn

Export criminals return

They keep on coming, never learn



They fill their diaries page by page

And make it sound so thrilling

They're searching for the real thing

They're flushed and they are willing

And we're all making money

Lovely money



The victors of the opium wars

Now take their trips and open doors

They stand upon the actual floors

Actual floors, actual floors



It makes them proud to be around

And take their summer piccies

To drink at night in Soho bars

And end up feeling sickie



More money, more money

More money, more money



Now off you go, away you fly

We've had your money now goodbye

We fleeced you good we bled you dry

Goodbye goodbye

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