London Apprentice

I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I've made A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn her ways When I walk the streets of London, I am constantly amazed How a road I never was on before, leads to one and all As any cabbie will tell you, that’s how all knowledge grows I am a London apprentice, and I love the muddy Thames Pushing his way through the city, just to come back again Through plague and conflagration, and when the bombers came A symbol of a nation, St. Paul amongst the flames I am a London Apprentice and I’ll accept the status quo But a cockney must be born, within the silent spells of beau And London’s been a refuge, by accident or plan So ask me who’s a Londoner, I’ll answer every man I am a London apprentice, but one thing I know for sure I’ll tell you very bluntly with these words you can’t ignore Remember Doctor Johnson, who’s wit cut like a knife When a man is tired of London, a man is tired of life I am a London apprentice, for I never will learn a trade The best that I can hope for, is from mistakes I’ve made A man who never made any, he never meant nothing at all So Christopher Wren had to start again, when he built St. Paul’s