Transmetropolitan The Pogues

[Verse 1]
In the rosy parks of England, we'll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think
And we'll go where the spirits take us, to heaven or to hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well

[Chorus 1]
Going transmetropolitan (yip-ay-yay)
From the dear old streets of King's Cross
To the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan (yip-ay-yay)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I ain't going home tonight (yip-ay-yay, yip-ay-yay)

[Verse 2]
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, there's queers in the GLC
And when we've done those bastards in, we'll storm the BBC

[Chorus 2]
Going transmetropolitan (yip-ay-yay)
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town
With a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan (yip-ay-yay)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight (yip-ay-yay, yip-ay-yay)