(Shane MacGowan)
In the rosy parks of England
We'll sit and have a drink

Of VP wine and cider 'till 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, Yip-ay-aye

From the dear old streets of Kings Cross
To the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye

We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the %#@!e
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye


From Brixton's lovely boulevards
To Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs

And worry all the !@^%s
There's lechers up in Whitehall
And queers in the GLC

And when we've done those !@$(s in
We'll storm the BBC


Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town
With a KMRIA

Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the %#@!e
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye


From a five-bob 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 and fixed

On the way we'll kill and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys
It's all the bloody same


Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve

To the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the %#@!e

And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-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 'till we die

So we'll finish off the leavings
Of blood and glue and beer
And burn this $#&@ing city down

Every the summer of the year

Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye

From Arlington House with a two-bob bit
To the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan, Yip-ay-aye

We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the %#@!e
And I'm not going home tonight, Yip-ay-aye, Yip-ay-aye,
Yip-ay-aye!