In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink
Of VP wine and cider 'til we can hardly think
And we'll go where the spirits take us, to Heaven or to Hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well

Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye)
From the dear old streets of King's Cross to the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye)

From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores
There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the GLC
And when we've done those bastards in, we'll storm the BBC

Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye)
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye)

From a five-pound bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked, on the way we'll kill and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys, it's all the bloody same

Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye)
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve, to the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye)

This town has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time and we'll be here 'til we die
So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the year

Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye)
From Arlington House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan (yep-ay-aye)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight (yep-ay-aye)
(Yep-ay-aye, yep-ay-aye)