London!

London, dearest London!
I'm finally swinging on your streets.
I've waited long for this time to arrive.
And if your rain, as it often does,
comes falling down in sheets,
I won't slow down my chummin' round
your lovely little dives.

One block, to a fine pub!
I'll sit and sip a local pour,
and watch the city folks go by and by.
And when the contents of my pint
are dranken and no more,
I'll ditch my glass by the rail of brass
and go meet your grey sky.

Big Ben, there you are now!
A gothic edifice so great.
Just how long have you been keeping time?
I wonder as I marvel you,
if time might have ill fate.
And if it does, is it because
we've squandered all our prime?

Who cares?  I know I don't!
I'm on the tube to Abbey Road
to see the place where heaven once lived here.
And I'll cross, with bare-skinned feet,
the ground where Beatles strode,
and changed the world, right as it twirled,
O London you're so dear!