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