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! |