Lyrics: London Underground

Some people might like to get a train to work
or drive in in a beemer 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 arse all day
Even though they earn 30k

So I'm standing here in the pouring rain,
Where the fuck's my fucking train!

[CHORUS]:
London Underground, (London Underground),
They're all lazy fucking useless cunts
London Underground, (London Underground),
They're all greedy cunts I want to 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 fucking money back!

[CHORUS]:
London Underground (London Underground),
They're all lazy fucking useless cunts
London Underground, (London Underground),
They're all greedy cunts I want to shoot them all,
With a rifle

Lalalala
Lalalala

The floors are sticky and the seats are damp,
every platform has a fucking tramp
But the drivers get the day off when,
We're all late for work again!

London Underground, (London Underground),
Wa-wa-wankers,
They're all wankers,
London Underground (London Underground),

Take your oyster card,
and shove it up your arsehole.