It's summer on the underground
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There's so much sweat a man could drown
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There's panic on the overland
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Yeah, and London Bridge is falling down
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh...
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The temperature is ninety-two
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It's baking in the vocal booth
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And all the tourists come in June
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There's so many you can't move
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There's people getting rich today
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There's people that they've gotta pay
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There's loads of places I could go
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We should be rockin' in the studio!
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Chorus:
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Don't feel like working today, I feel like getting away
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Don't feel like working today, I feel like getting away
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Dalston is a wicked place
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At weekends it gets off it's face
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And everybody calls you 'mate'
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But do they really wanna know?
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The drinks machine is running out
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And please don't use the ticket touts
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The ladies have it all on show
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We should be rockin' in the studio!
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Chorus
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On my feet for a week, yeah, and nobody cares
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And I can't get to sleep thinking nobody shares...
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Are you talking to me? Get out of my way
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We walk on the left and good manners are free,
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You don't have to pay
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You know you just can't see everything in a day
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Yeah I'm talking to you
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Yeah yeah yeah I know
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Summer on the Underground
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