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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