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In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink
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Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think
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And we'll go where the spirits take us to heaven or to hell
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And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well

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Going transmetropolitan yip ay aye
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From the dear old streets of Kings Cross to the doors of the ICA
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Going transmetropolitan yip ay aye
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We'll drink the rat's piss kick the shite and I'm not going home tonight
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yip ay aye yip ay aye

From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores
There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the GLC
And when we've done those bastards in we'll storm the BBC

Going transmetropolitan yip ay aye
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan yip ay aye
We'll drink the rat's piss kick the shite and I'm not going home tonight
yip ay aye yip ay aye