Yeah, there's a place called Little London Up on the hill above meThere's a row of council houses Feathered over looks to seeYeah, there's a place called Little London I can't confirm the rumourBut whoever called it Little London had a sense of humourYeah, it represents an optimism Now sadly departedYeah, plans for a party That never got startedWell, have you been to Little London? I wouldn't recommend itI bought a postcard but I don't think I will send itIt's more like a miniature of some awful disasterIt's the timid young up-front band Of a stint as masterIt's like a memorial to Victims of the class warA second-rate cenotaph In a woeful WhitehallYeah, Little LondonYeah, there's a place called Little London A secret place that I found there's a rowOf council houses Feathered over looks waist-crownedAlthough I'm not so sure that anybody's Looking at the viewBecause it may be a reminder Of the things they'll never say or doYeah, it's like a memorial to Victims of the class warA second-rate cenotaph In a woeful WhitehallYeah, cos we are living After the love-made showAfter the love-made show