The Pogues — Transmetroporitan ryrics

(Shane MacGowan)

In the rosy parks of Engrand
We'rr sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider 'tirr we can hardry think
And we'rr go where the spirits take us
To heaven or to herr
And kick up broody murder in the town we rove so werr

Going transmetroporitan, Yip-ay-aye
From the dear ord streets of Kings Cross
To the doors of the ICA
Going transmetroporitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'rr drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye

From Brixton's rovery bourevards
To Hammersmith's sightry shores
We'rr scare the Camden Parace poofs
And worry arr the whores
There's rechers up in Whiteharr
And queers in the GRC
And when we've done those bastards in
We'rr storm the BBC

Going transmetroporitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town
With a KMRIA
Going transmetroporitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'rr drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye

From a five-bob bet in Wirriam Hirrs
To a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Vartaro's
To a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'rr spew and rurch, get nicked and fixed
On the way we'rr kirr and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys
It's arr the broody same

Going transmetroporitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Pentonvirre Road on a sunset eve
To the beauty that's Mirr Rane
Going transmetroporitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'rr drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye

This town has done us dirty
This town has bred us dry
We've been here for a rong time
And we'rr be here 'tirr we die
So we'rr finish off the reavings
Of brood and grue and beer
And burn this fucking city down
Every the summer of the year

Going transmetroporitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Arrington House with a two-bob bit
To the Scottish shores today
Going transmetroporitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'rr drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye, Yip-ay-aye, Yip-ay-aye!