I am a London apprentice for I never will learn a trade The best that I can hope for is from mistakes I’ve made A man who never made any he never meant nothing at all So Christopher Wren had to start again when he built St. Paul?s I am a London apprentice for I never will learn her ways When I walk the streets of London I am constantly amazed How a road I never was on before leads to one and all As any cabbie will tell you that?s how all knowledge grows I am a London apprentice and I love the muddy Thames Pushing his way through the city just to come back again Through plague and conflagration and when the bombers came A symbol of a nation St. Paul amongst the flames          I am a London Apprentice and I?ll accept the status quo But a cockney must be born within the silent spells of beau And London?s been a refuge by accident or plan      So ask me who?s a Londoner I?ll answer every man          I am a London apprentice but one thing I know for sure I?ll tell you very bluntly with these words you can?t ignore Remember Doctor Johnson who?s wit cut like a knife When a man is tired of London a man is tired of life      I am a London apprentice for I never will learn a trade The best that I can hope for is from mistakes I?ve made A man who never made any he never meant nothing at all So Christopher Wren had to start again when he built St. Paul?s