If it rains, I'll take you to Victoria
Get a train, that might take you home
Or a plane that goes to California
Where the gays and dreamers go
Had a band with a man you couldn't trust
Couldn't stand his unrestrained lust
Liked a boy, but went out with his girlfriend
She was coy, and he was au fait
Wrote a hit, but made it so ironic
Sales were shit, art doesn't pay
Had a band with a man you couldn't trust
Couldn’t stand his unrestrained lust
You're the son of Dorian Gray
Beauty withstands decay
No make-up runs
In the cold London rain
I would like to do the driving for you
If a tour materialised
To Japan and maybe California
See it all through your clear eyes
Had a band with a man you couldn't trust
Fifty grand turning into dust
You're the son of Dorian Gray
Beauty withstands decay
No make-up runs
In the cold London rain
Beauty withstands decay
The son of Dorian Gray
No make-up runs
In the cold London rain