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 cant be bothered with the fuss today
i gotta take my bike
cus once again the tubes on strike
the greedy bastards want extra pay
for sitting on there ass all day
even though they earn ₤30k.

so im standing here in the pouring rain,
where the fucks my fucking train!

(chorus)
London underground, (London underground),
there 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 in the freezing 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 gun on every seat,

so dont tell me to mind the gap,
i want my fucking money back!

(chorus)
London underground (London underground),
there 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.
and 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 asshole.