The man doing the crossword in red pen
the lady in the glasses sat next to him,
the faces that I see all look grim

it must be that time on the underground.

The sweet voice that issues from the tannoy
the small boy who's reading the beano,

'mind the gap' must be the new way we all go,
It must be that time again on the underground.  

I'm ready to rock and I am ready to roll,
I'm ready to escape from this torturous hole.

Someone speaks as the passengers leak out at Liverpool street,
but the doors close on the voice and we've only one choice and that is to carry on.

Nobody could possibly in their wildest imagination want to get off at Chancery Lane station but some do and some carry on with me avoiding the Chancery, so
let all the lawyers there sue me.

I want to go home now it feels like I've worked just to get here and here's where the day starts.