They come to see the dungeons here
The tourists flock from far and near
They do the tower and try the beerThe picking pockets cost your life
And every jury has a price
They bring the kids and show the wifeIt makes them proud to be around
And take their summer piccies
To drink at night in Soho bars
And end up feeling sickieAnd we're all making money
Lovely moneyRubber necks with cash to burn
Export criminals return
They keep on coming, never learnThey fill their diaries page by page
And make it sound so thrilling
They're hunting for the real thing
They're flushed and they are willingAnd we're all making money
Lovely moneyThe victors of the opium wars
Now take their trips and open doors
They stand upon the actual floors
Actual floors, actual floorsIt makes them proud to be around
And take their summer piccies
To drink at night in Soho bars
And end up feeling sickie[Non-compositional]More money, more money
More money, more moneyNow off you go, away you fly
We've had your money, now goodbye
We fleeced you good we bled you dryGoodbye
Goodbye
GoodbyeThey come to see the dungeons here
The tourists flock from far and nearThe picking pockets cost your life
They bring the kids and show the wifeLovely money, lovely money