Summer on the Underground – A – letras

It’s summer on the undergroundThere’s so much sweat a man could drownThere’s panic on the overlandYeah, and London Bridge is falling downYeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh…The temperature is ninety-twoIt’s baking in the vocal boothAnd all the tourists come in JuneThere’s so many you can’t moveThere’s people getting rich todayThere’s people that they’ve gotta payThere’s loads of places I could goWe should be rockin’ in the studio!Chorus:Don’t feel like working today, I feel like getting awayDon’t feel like working today, I feel like getting awayDalston is a wicked placeAt weekends it gets off it’s faceAnd everybody calls you ‘mate’But do they really wanna know?The drinks machine is running outAnd please don’t use the ticket toutsThe ladies have it all on showWe should be rockin’ in the studio!ChorusOn my feet for a week, yeah, and nobody caresAnd I can’t get to sleep thinking nobody shares…Are you talking to me? Get out of my wayWe walk on the left and good manners are free,You don’t have to payYou know you just can’t see everything in a dayYeah I’m talking to youYeah yeah yeah I know