Summer On The Underground Lyrics

Summer On The Underground

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