Get Out of London

Hold tight One day morning Wake up yawning Break an egg Bust my head Maybe it's a warning Ring on the bell Says it's half past eight Keys in my tea Hey, I'm gonna be late I'm walking on the pavement Skipping on the lines So the bears won't eat me Send me to the salt mines Get on the bus But the bus don't start My feet are sitting down My head on the tire I can't open the window Cause there ain't no sun I think somebody's telling me to get out of London My feet's keep moving And I don't wear any socks Can't stop singing Head ting a linging I like my housetop I think I hit a phone box Making coffins out of bits of no woods Selling tea to the council Though I know it's no good to be a trader Collaborator Sill I rather be a snitch Than a cocktail waiter Commit my crime now While I'm on my probation later Okay All right I know I'm doing wrong But save it till tomorrow Cause I get out of London Last night, I left my car keys I settled in to revers in a night Of wed and bliss I had a bee in my body tiger in my tan I was on my maiden voyage Spent my night with a saint They call me jack of hearts Did some one say a name My mother was the queen of tarts My baby was a head slave Parts selling records to the red manufacturer I do myself in public Just to get on the action Turn to my face See my race is run My car's on fire Got to get out of London Oh You don't wear a suit Don't wear a smile Don't wear my spikes Said I only go the mile Keep my hand on my nine My eye on my mind Keep my heat at feet When I'm racing To the front line change Bangs racing on the bits of afar So I rock my body to the sound of the box The louder you scream The faster we go It's an act of battery A boom, boom, boom hands Still fluttering Coming down soon Head banger Judge Thug Night of fun Slide on my knees I got to get out of London park Straight as a crow Waiting for my treasure at the lottery Blues in my pockets Rain on the fair The weighs are building blacks On a bit of an air Facin' a photo a beauty Is there tears on her cheek? She's living a nightmare Turn the page To a brand new leaf resolute Psycho dude Time to be A Z Okay We do this tons of times Keep out of sync Singing get out of London Everybody in the lines Stuck waiting for the tube Beg like a puppy dog Raise like a hedgehog When you come here Let me tell you the truth Tell you a wonder why They make us look Good party for my friends So they wouldn't be lonely They wouldn't let me in Said it's membership only Don't worry 'bout me Cause I'm doing fine standing on my head And sitting on a door mine We get crazy three times a day I got to get out of London