The East London Line is a mighty fine line,
The East London Line is the line to ride,
The East London Line will all be mine,
´Cause I´m gonna buy it when it´s privatised. (CHORUS)
The East London Line got bright shining rails,
The East London Line got fast moving trains,
And when the passengers pay their fares,
Money´s gonna fall into my pockets like rain.
(CHORUS)
I´m gonna spend a little cash to keep the track safe,
Spend a little to keep the trains as clean as I can,
Don´t wanna see no pictures of accidents,
But I want my profits, I´m a mercenary man.
(CHORUS)
I´ll spend a little money to employ some staff,
But computers are better and people are worse,
So when you get mugged on a station late at night,
Don´t grieve too much, I mugged you first.
(CHORUS)
When we run
the tubes we own
We won´t cut costs
Won´t over run
Won´t hit the buffers
Like the last lot
Of greedy duffers
Who´d have us
all on an eternal
travel mortgage
For our lifetimes
No, never be in hock
to that lot
Never like tonsured penitents
in obeisance
get caught
Paying
their inflated fares
Why
Would we ever
Go and sell
Our birthright
Trains and lines
and lives and souls to them?
For me
I´d sooner do essential engineering works
Down a saltmine
Every weekend
North-bound or South-bound, East-bound or West, It´s our underground.
Country-bound or City-bound, over-ground or under-ground, London´s Underground.
From Barking through to Wimbledon, the tube train wends its way.
Our tube train repeats its journey, many times a day,
They wanted to privatise it then, but we said "No sell out"
And showed them where we all did stand with one united shout.
CHORUS:
So - No! No! No Privatisation,It´s our underground,
It´s just not for sale.Work-bound or pleasure-bound,
It´s London´s underground. It´s our underground.
From Finsbury Park to theatre-land and then to Hounslow West.
The train runs safely on it´s course, the drivers do their best,
That we´d be safe in profit´s hands is clearly quite insane,
Our tube is there for people´s use and not for profit´s gain.
CHORUS
The Elephant is pink we know, and Epping has its green.
Our underground connects the two, with other sights between.
Our London tube seves all of us; for it is London´s pride.
To keep our Tube for london Folk, We´ll sing our slogan wide.
CHORUS
They stole from us the telephones, and then they stole the gas.
The water too, the mines as well, they also stole from us.
And then they took our underground and split it zone by zone,
The underground belongs to us, we´ll claim it for our own.
LAST CHORUS
So - Stop! Stop! Stop privatisation,
It´s our underground.
It´s just not for sale.
Work-bound or pleasure- bound, It´s London´s underground.
It´s our underground.
Country-bound or City-bound, Over-ground or Underground,
London´s underground.
And it´s not, - not for sale.
No! No! No Privatisation.
It´s the season
As the train goes by
The grain quickens
The rain and sunshine fall
And we aren´t talking isobars
and thermodynamics
Its what happens
Its what we feel
Next time the train passes
the wind blowing
the shining wheat in waves
isn´t performance art
or engineering
Its what happens
Its what we feel
The train goes by again
The wheat´s gone for threshing
and the hay lies waiting
This isn´t, well, anything much
Its just what happens
In the season
It works
Did, does, will.
Forever
But now I´m on the underground
in the dark unasked
do I mind paying twice to travel
Not like lithe wheat
More like gravel
dragged against the grain
Against all sense
Against the season´s proper job
Against what we expect to happen
And we don´t want an explanation
In isobars or thermodynamic calibration
Art or engineering
It´s the PPP
Its just what happens
We feel it
Going against the grain
It fails.
Did, does, will.
Forever.
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