I came from fuckin’ Poland

And tried to find some money in the West

I chose this fuckin’ city

Because I thought it could be the best

To break my misery

To drink one drop of happiness

With my rock’n’roll heart

You know I was a special guest

Oh dirty streets

Oh dirty, dirty streets of London

Red buses in the rain

Oh dirty streets of pain

I spend some time in subways

And then I found some fuckin’ pub

Some drunken guys were singing

The old sad song about the thing called love

I was looking for you babe

Where city lights are shining bright

Oh, babe I saw you there

Where a dirty river gently cries

Oh dirty streets

Oh dirty, dirty streets of London

Red buses in the rain

Oh dirty streets of pain

I wake up in the morning

And walked along the crowded streets

Where a thousands of people sailed

Between the cars in the midday heat

I love this fucking city

Where neon lights could make you rest

I come from fuckin’ Poland

To find some money in the West

Oh dirty streets

Oh dirty, dirty streets of London

Red buses in the rain

Oh dirty streets of pain.^[2]