Where I come from, I just don't conform,
Get me out of here. Leave the boredom behind,
Want to see the bright lights, Get this thing in gear...Yeah...
So we ride in my car, Follow the star, Drive on into town,
With the stereo loud, Take the Great West Road out,
Nothing can bring me down
You put your boots on...You put your boots on...
And all boys and girls sing!
(na na na na na na) Straight out of West London
(na na na na na na) Just like a loaded gun
(na na na na na na) The cognoscenti don't like us, Don't like us,
We'll hit the strip tonight, Your eyes are burning so bright,
Can you feel the blood rush baby?, Tied up too tight!
Tell me can you feel it? Feel the city breathing?
Feel its beating heart? No superstition just cold ambition,
Its time to make our mark, Oh…
You put your boots on...You put your boots on...
And all boys and girls sing!
(na na na na na na) Straight out of West London
(na na na na na na) Just like a loaded gun
(na na na na na na) The cognoscenti Don't like us, Don't like us,
We'll hit the strip tonight, Your eyes are burning so bright,
Can you feel the blood rush baby?, Tied up too tight!
You put your boots on...You put your boots on...
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