Intro |C |C |C |F |C |C |G |C ||C G F In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drinkC F G Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly thinkC G F And we'll go where the spirits take us to heaven or to hellC F G C And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so wellContinúa después del anuncioC Going transmetropolitan yip ay ayeC F G From the dear old streets of Kings Cross to the doors of the ICAC Going transmetropolitan yip ay ayeC F G We'll drink the rat's piss kick the shite and I'm not going home tonightC 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
Ela Disse Sim
Ed Motta
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