London underground

London underground Lyrics

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 arse all day,
Even though they earn 30k.

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 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 in the freezing cold.

What you smell is what you get,
Burger King and p**s and sweat,
You roast to death in the boiling heat,
With tourists treading on your feet,
And chewing gun on every seat,

So dont tell me to mind the gap,
I want my f**king money back!

London Underground (London Underground),
They're all lazy f**king 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 f**king 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.