Summer on the Underground Songtext
von A

It′s summer on the underground
So much sweat, a man can drown
There's panic on the Ovaland
Yeah, London Bridge is falling down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

The temperature is 92
It′s baking in the vocal booth
And all the Tories 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 lots of places I can go
We should be rocking 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, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know

And Dalston is a wicked place
At weekends, it gets up 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 rocking 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
You only walk on the left and the right
And to pray, you don′t have to pay
You know, you just can′t see
Everything in the day
Yeah, I'm talking to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know

(We′re back here on the underground)
(We're back here on the underground)

(We′re back here on the underground)