Who needs sunshine? Things are finenStrangers smiling, train’s on timenWho needs sunshine? All the timenSmoking’s banned, no more crimenWho needs sunshine? Things are finenStrangers smiling, train’s on timenWho needs sunshine? All the timen(Everybody clap and sing and do a happy dance)nnAhh, morning glory, so what’s the story?nIt’s pissin down again but that’s hunky dorynThough it’s stormy the time has arrived for a 9 to the 5 nThat’ll bore me, as much as the dude who pursued it -nBefore me - gave it his heartnLiterally - he got knifed in the car parknNow he’ll live forever as a figure on a bar chartnBut that’s life so enough about himnSame old shite with the tubes on a strike,nAnd I cant pedal in cos they teefed my bikenAgain, suppose I got myself to blamenSee it never woulda happened if I’d used two chainsnLooks of disgust on the bus from commuters, nLike I’m a mutant carrying a shooter nMove to the front then it smacks-that I’m wearing nA back-pack plus I aint shaved for a monthnnWho needs sunshine? Things are finenStrangers smiling, train’s on timenWho needs sunshine? All the timenSmoking’s banned, no more crimenWho needs sunshine? Things are finenStrangers smiling, train’s on timenWho needs sunshine? All the timen(Everybody clap and sing and do a happy dance)nnIf you’re bored of London then you’re bored of lifenLook, why the fuck you think people carry a knife?nSee they gotta stay sharp when the humour flowsnAs I answer a phonecall a tumour growsnWords are exchanged, now my plans have changednMy boy’s been detained cos he caught a train -nCoulda shown more resilience, yes he’s a silly-onenShoulda known better bein’ dark and BraziliannHear it everyday and the shit folks saynUK’s in decay, that it’s hit rock bottomnIf it’s all gone rotten get your arse to SpainnAnd sit there and complain cos it aint all bad: nSo the healthcare’s fucked and our schools are doomednBut you shouldn’t just assume that the youths are thicknKids learn new tricks from their mobile phonenBut you moan cos they only make Kung Fu flicksnnWho needs sunshine? Things are finenStrangers smiling, train’s on timenWho needs sunshine? All the timenSmoking’s banned, no more crimenWho needs sunshine? Things are finenStrangers smiling, train’s on timenWho needs sunshine? All the timen(Everybody clap and sing and do a happy dance)nnStop complaining nMoaning moaning constant whinenJust stop complaining nSame old shit all the timennAs I look ‘em in the eyeball it’s viable they absent - nMinded – everyone except for the blind-kidnCos’ he’s the only smiling the others look unreceptivenDefective and then I’m reminded nThat this is Londinium, home to a millionnThings that a brilliant and that’s why it’s sillynThat civility and happiness are kept to a minimumnCivilians are never satisfiednGreedy little fucks with their eyes in the classifiedsnHere’s where the matter-lies, that-aside from the fact thatnNo one is engulfed by the war in the gulfnBut everybody sighs when some cokehead slapper-criesnPack-of-lies from the guys at the top who monopolisenDon’t seem to care when a copper-diesnWe’re more concerned with the TV to seenIf our favourite fat celebrity can go and drop-a-sizennWho needs sunshine? Things are finenStrangers smiling, train’s on timenWho needs sunshine? All the timenSmoking’s banned, no more crimenWho needs sunshine? Things are finenStrangers smiling, train’s on timenWho needs sunshine? All the timen(Everybody clap and sing and do a happy dance)