Sure a little bit of heaven fell from out the sky one day,
And it landed up at Wallsend, now so many miles away,
The Admiralty looked at it and shouted out with glee,
We'll turn it into London; what a lovely ship she'll be.

So they drew her out on paper 'til it really looked quite grand,
And sent it to Swan Hunter's where they waved their magic wand,
After lots of sweat and toil that took them many a year,
They sent her down the slipway and commissioned her with beer.

They fitted her with turbines just to make the beauty go,
And not, as many of you think, to fill the space below,
A great big shining galley, all sparkling and all bright,
And great big headlights by the bridge to show the way at night.

Then all at last they thought, alas, that we might have to fight,
So they dreamed of something simple that would do the job alright,
A pair of turrets at the front, some Seacats in a rack,
And a dirty great big Seaslug that just fitted at the back.

Before the ship could go to sea, a crew had to be found,
So they handpicked us from near and far and gathered us around,
And just to prove to everyone their new ship wasn't junk,
They issued each a locker and a nice big comfy bunk.

Then to their horror and dismay a big green patch was found
Where, with the ship in warmer climes, the camp beds would abound,
A phone call to the Fleeties sent a chopper out to sea
And reminded one or two of them they're still in the Navy.

At last the big ship went to sea all happy and serene, And all
at once the faces changed from red or white to green, A
massive plea arose from the men, yes from the hearts of all, '
Please send us back to Pompey and tie up against the wall!'


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Source: http://www.axfordsabode.org.uk/pdf-docs/london05.pdf