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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 |
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