Let’s go down to the Tube, tra la
And visit all the stations.
With all the civil Brits. Tra la
And their very English patience.
I do not know my way around.
Is there a Convent Garden?
It’s such fun riding underground.
Excuse me. Beg your pardon.
If I keep riding long enough
Will I reach where I started?
The atmosphere is strong enough.
Oh goodness, someone farted.
Everyone just looks away,
You chaps, you are so proper.
Well, cheerio, I cannot stay.
I think I’ve come a cropper.
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