Verse 1

The first day
We had arrived
His ex was there
She still was alive
Travelled through the pretty city
Not knowing that it'd be a pity

Verse 2

The second day
He woke up confused
Strolled around aimlessly
Yet we were amused
The drama was far from over
Yet the end was drawing closer

Chorus

London baby, she is a bitch
Beggars are dying, men in suits are getting rich
The corporate towers and the tourists ripped off
Four days and three nights, we hadn't had enough

Verse 3
The third day
Travelled further away
Then it became apparent
There was nothing left to say
Went out at night, took a picture
Blocked forever, the end of our stay

Chorus

London baby, she is a bitch
Beggars are dying, men in suits are getting rich
The corporate towers and the tourists ripped off
Four days and three nights, we hadn't had enough

Verse 4

The last day
The hangover was bad
Got on our plane
And felt a little sad
We Realized the journey was over
As we flew over the cliffs of Dover

Chorus

London baby, she is a bitch
Beggars are dying, men in suits are getting rich
The corporate towers and the tourists ripped off
Four days and three nights, we had more than enough