It´s summer on the underground
There´s so much sweat a man could drown
There´s panic on the overland
Yeah, and London Bridge is falling down

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah oh...

The temperature is ninety-two
It´s baking in the vocal booth
And all the tourists 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 loads of places I could go
We should be rockin´ in the studio!

Chorus:
Don´t feel like working today, I feel like getting away
Don´t feel like working today, I feel like getting away

Dalston is a wicked place
At weekends it gets off it´s 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 rockin´ in the studio!

Chorus

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
We walk on the left and good manners are free,
You don´t have to pay
You know you just can´t see everything in a day
Yeah I´m talking to you
Yeah yeah yeah I know