The view, 6th avenue, the legs of Waterloo Lily Black tights for dark nights on a trip through Piccadilly If you knew the kind of glue she gums her eyelids with Realise, on those eyes, that's a gum you'd rather not use From a jar, in the house of Waterloo Lily Painted red, the double bed, the biggest in the city Especially sprung, hung undone to stimulate delight Sex machine obscene but clean She does things, you colour true blue Waterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all on Got a bra to fit a car A port upon her back you warm your feet on A corset keeps her in So when you pull a string it lets it all out Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly Blue Pint of white on Lily's lip the daily upper door Down the caff, a cup of char Double dogwalk, brown and British Imagine you and Lily too aboard a double bunk Riding two, it's out of view All the things your sister won't do Waterloo Lily's got enough to turn us all on Got a bra to fit a car A port upon her back you warm your feet on A corset keeps her in So when you pull a string it lets it all out Lily Waterloo, Piccadilly Blue