(Shane MacGowan)
In the rosy parks of England
We'll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider 'till we can hardly think
And we'll go where the spirits take us
To heaven or to hell
And kick up b***** murder in the town we love so well
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
From the dear old streets of Kings Cross
To the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's p***, kick the s****
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye
From Brixton's lovely boulevards
To Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs
And worry all the w****s
There's lechers up in Whitehall
And queers in the GLC
And when we've done those b******s 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 p***, kick the s****
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye
From a five-bob bet in William Hills
To a Soho s**-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's
To a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed
On the way we'll kill and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys
It's all the b***** same
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve
To the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's p***, kick the s****
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye
This town has done us dirty
This town has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time
And we'll be here 'till we die
So we'll finish off the leavings
Of blood and glue and beer
And burn this f****** city down
Every the summer of the year
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Arlington House with a two-bob bit
To the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's p***, kick the s****
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye, Yip-ay-aye, Yip-ay-aye!
In the rosy parks of England
We'll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider 'till we can hardly think
And we'll go where the spirits take us
To heaven or to hell
And kick up b***** murder in the town we love so well
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
From the dear old streets of Kings Cross
To the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's p***, kick the s****
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye
From Brixton's lovely boulevards
To Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs
And worry all the w****s
There's lechers up in Whitehall
And queers in the GLC
And when we've done those b******s 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 p***, kick the s****
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye
From a five-bob bet in William Hills
To a Soho s**-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's
To a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed
On the way we'll kill and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys
It's all the b***** same
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve
To the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's p***, kick the s****
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye
This town has done us dirty
This town has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time
And we'll be here 'till we die
So we'll finish off the leavings
Of blood and glue and beer
And burn this f****** city down
Every the summer of the year
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Arlington House with a two-bob bit
To the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's p***, kick the s****
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye, Yip-ay-aye, Yip-ay-aye!