It's summer on the underground There's 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!
Chorus: Don't feel
like working today, I feel like getting away Don't feel like working today,
I feel like getting away
Dalston is a wicked place At weekends it
gets off it's 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!
Chorus
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 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