Lyrics: London Underground
Written and Performed by: Amateur Transplants (Adam Kay and
Suman Biswas)
Album: Fitness to Practice
Notes: Italics are sung by both Adam and Suman.
Some people might like to get a train to work
Or drive in in a Beamer or a Merc
Some guys like to travel in by bus
But I can't be bothered with the fuss today
I gotta take my bike
'Cause, once again, the tube's on strike
The greedy bastards want extra pay
For sitting on their ass all day
Even though they earn thirty K
So I'm standing here in the pouring rain
Where the f**k's my f**king train?
London underground (London underground)
They're all lazy, f**king, useless c**ts
London underground (London underground)
They're all greedy c**ts
I wanna shoot them all with a rifle
All they say is "Please mind the doors"
And they learn that on the two-day course
This job could be done by a four year-old
They just leave us freezing in the cold
What you smell is what you get:
Burger King and piss and sweat
You roast to death in the boiling heat
With tourists treading on your feet
And chewing gum on every seat
So don't tell me to mind the gap
I want my f**king money back
London underground (London underground)
They're all lazy, f**king, useless c**ts
London underground (London underground)
They're all greedy c**ts
I wanna shoot them all with a rifle
La la la la
La la la la
The floors are sticky and the seats are damp
Every platform has a f**king tramp
But the divers get the day off when
We're all late for work again
London underground (London underground)
Wa-wa-wankers, they're all wankers
London undergound (London underground)
Take your Oyster card
And shove it up your a**hole
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