Living in the city - is dirty and it's gritty It's smoggy and it's sooty and it stinks Well I don't really mind it - I take it as I find it But I don't care what anybody thinks And there's one thing I can't take It's the noise the people make!
What a din, what a racket I don't think I can hack it I didn't come here looking for a fight Pass a law, and I'll back it Pass a bag and let me pack it I'll do anything if it'll bring me sleep at night
All day long they're banging - and clattering and clanging And begging for the boss to let them out You'd think they'd want some quiet - instead they start a riot And fuss and fight and scrap and scream and shout When you'd like a quiet drink And you can't hear yourself think
What a din, what a racket I don't think I can hack it I didn't come here looking for a fight Pass a law, and I'll back it Pass a bag and let me pack it I'll do anything if it'll bring me sleep at night
Now don't misunderstand me - there's lovely people 'round me I like the pub, I like the music hall I like all kinds of places - it's just the ugly faces And voices that can drive me up the wall When you dine out for a treat And you can't hear yourself eat
What a din, what a racket I don't think I can hack it I didn't come here looking for a fight Pass a law, and I'll back it Pass a bag and let me pack it I'll do anything if it'll bring me sleep at nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
