On a street in London, smell of spices in the air
Warm aroma drifting, from the kebab shop there
Up ahead in the distance, neon lights so bright ♪
I walked into the doorway, craving a late-night bite ♪
There he stood by the counter, with a grin upon his face
Said, "Welcome to the Kebab Haven, such a tasty place"
Plenty of choices, koftes on a skewer
Shish and doner kebabs, never seemed truer

Welcome to the Kebab Haven of London, a haven for the night
Such a greasy delight, what a sight, what a sight
Plenty of food at the Kebab Haven Of London,
Satisfaction guaranteed, with every bite I'm fed

His mind is Turkish-twisted, he's got the meaty bends
He's got a lot of pretty, pretty skewers that he calls friends
How they cook on the charcoal, sweet summer sweat
Some salad to enjoy, hunger to forget
So I called up the waiter, "Please bring me some wine"
He said, "We haven't had that booze here since 1999"
And still those aromas drifting so far away
Fill you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Kebab Haven of London, a haven for the night
Such a greasy delight, what a sight, what a sight
Plenty of food at the Kebab Haven Of London,
Satisfaction guaranteed, with every bite I'm fed

The chef's cooking prowess, an artful display
Assembling ingredients, in a mesmerizing way
The waiter said "You can leave any time you like,"
"But once you taste our kebabs, you'll never truly flee!