Some people might like to get a train to work
Or drive in in a Beemer or a Merc
Some guys like to travel in by bus
But I can't be bothered with the fuss
Today I got to take my bike
'Cause once again the Tube's on strike
The greedy ba*tards want extra pay
For sitting their arse all day
Even though they earn 30k
So I'm standing here in the pouring rain
Where the f**'s my f**ing train?
London Underground
(London Underground)
They're all lazy f**ing useless c*nts
London Underground
(London Underground)
They're all greedy c*nts
I want to shoot them all with a rifle
All they say is, "Please mind the doors"
And they learn that on their two-day course
This job could be done by a four-year-old
They just leave us freezing in the cold
What you smell is what you get:
Burger King and piss and sweat
You roast to d**h in the boiling heat
With tourists treading on your feet
And chewing gum [nail bombs] on every seat
So don't tell me to mind the gap
I want my f**ing money back!
London Underground
(London Underground)
They're all lazy f**ing useless c*nts
London Underground
(London Underground)
They're all greedy c*nts
I want to shoot them all with a rifle
La-l-la-la, la-l-la-la
The floors are sticky and the seats are damp
Every platform has a f**ing tramp
But the drivers get the day off when
We're all late for work again
London Underground
(London Underground)
Wa-wa-wa*kers, they're all wa*kers
London Underground
(London Underground)
Take your Oyster card and shove it up your arsehole