This is not the London that de-dum,
A tum-te-tum behindst the thingy um,
O! Glory has our something tum-te-tee,
And der-de-der prefer cheddar to brie.
The moving zdzdz of the something towers
And dum-de-dum-de Red Ken's magic powers
Thingy dongy weeping pubs of old
Old Father Thames is really very cold