Scrooge's Streets of London
He hunts the streets of London
Like a jackal hunts its prey,
He walks the streets of London
All his tenants they must pay
In the darkest streets of London
His cold office is located,
In those dingey streets of London,
His bad reputation was created
Ghosts visit the streets of London
With warnings from the present and past,
Lessons from those streets of London
Learning why Scrooge became an outcast
There is joy in those streets of London
At Christmas, there is joy in the air
Scrooge learns from the streets of London
Family joy and love for all we care
Scrooge now walks the streets of London
With new joy and peace in his heart
Seeing the love in the streets of London
At last, he has made a fresh start.
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