Lyrics

It's summer on the underground So much sweat a man could drown There's panic on the overland Yeah, and London Bridge is falling down Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... The temperature is ninety-two It's baking in the vocal booth And all the tourists come in June There's so many you can't move There's people getting rich today There's people that they've gotta pay There's loads of places I could go We should be rockin' in the studio! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... Don't feel like working today Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... I feel like getting away Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... Don't feel like driving today Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... I feel like getting away Yeah yeah yeah I know Dalston is a wicked place At weekends it gets off its face And everybody calls you 'mate' But do they really wanna know? The drinks machine is running out And please don't use the ticket touts The ladies have it all on show We should be rockin' in the studio! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... Don't feel like working today Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... I feel like getting away Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... Don't feel like driving today Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh... I feel like getting away On my feet for a week, yeah, and nobody cares And I can't get to sleep thinking nobody shares Are you talking to me? Get out of my way Yeah, we walk on the left and good manners are free You don't have to pay You know you just can't see everything in a day Yeah I'm talking to you Yeah yeah yeah I know Working on the underground Working on the underground Working on the underground Working on the underground