Saturday Morning I’m lying in bed With the radio on and this is what it said:
“They’re gonna stick a warhead Down in Wandsworth Common” We all say, “Fine… C’mon! Well, c’mon then!”
I see the rats rise up Through the cracks in the city They never tell it like it really is on the BBC
We’re all down in the bull pen now but we ain’t got nuthin to say I’m livin’ in the USA In Wandsworth USA We’re all down in the bull pen now but we ain’t got nuthin to say Im livin in the USA in Wandsworth USA
Ah huh
When they say, “jump” do we say, “how high”? When they say, “jump” do we say, “how high”?
I can’t sit still with this blindfold on While the pigs fly by going one by one
From the squats to the gutters And to the tenement flats
We all pull down the shutters and make them wait for the rats We see them rise up through the cracks of the city They never tell it like it really is on the BBC, BBC
We’re all down in the bull pen now but we ain’t got nuthin to say I’m livin’ in the USA In Wandsworth USA We’re all down in the bull pen now but we ain’t got nuthin to say I’m livin’ in the USA In Wandsworth USA