Her make-up was bright,
and I will never forget
her capturing eyes,
her dark hair, so wet.

She taught me true love,
with pigeons above,

I watched colourful walls,
more than one showcase,
and plenty of stalls
made me sing in the rain:

The ballad of Camden,
an ode to Soho
the beautiful maiden,
paradise of Joe Blow,
always I'll love London,
Camden, Soho,
the beautiful maiden,
best place to go

and I sank into her eyes,
when her sister
offered cheap love to buy
without to bristle
she taght me true love
watching pigeons above,

I rushed into a shop,
leaving I felt,
the kiss of a raindrop
which made me melt

melt down to Camden
and sing for Soho
the beautiful maiden,
paradise of Joe Blow.
Always I'll love London,
Camden, Soho,
most beautiful maiden,
best place to go!
Oh, I will go
London, Camden, Soho!