Foggy London Tower

Oh foggy London

In the days of yore

The candlelit street lamps

And horses hooves on the cobblestone

You call to me

You speak my name late at night

A tale from Charles Dickens

A ghostly story full of woe

I so want to be a part

Of figgy pudding

And fancy dresses hiding bustles and corsets

Gentlemen in top hats and carolers in the streets

I dream

I dream

Take me back

To Victorian London

Where I should like to stay