Bow Bells say goodbye to the last train 
Over the river they all go again 
Out into leafy nowhere 
Hope someone`s waiting out there 
For them 
  
Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun 
He works nights but it`s not much fun 
Picks up the London yo-yo`s 
All on their own down Soho 
Take me home 
  
Other people wouldn`t like to hear you 
If you said 
That these are the best days 
Of our lives 
Other people turn around and laugh at you 
If you said 
That these are the best days 
Of our lives 
  
Trellick Tower`s been calling 
I know she`ll leave me in the morning 
In hotel cells listening to dial tones 
Remote controls and cable moans 
In his drink he`s talking 
Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home 
  
Other people wouldn`t like to hear you 
If you said 
That these are the best days 
Of our lives 
Other people turn around and laugh at you 
If you said 
That these are the best days 
Of our lives 
Other people break into a cold sweat 
If you said 
That these are the best days 
Of their lives 
  
And other people turn around and laugh at you 
If you said 
That these are the best days 
Of our lives 
Of our lives