I go to bed, toss and turn, Dream I’ve ten pound notes to burn, A credit card, a swiss account With an undeclared amount I’ve seen the ads on my TV But it’s not for the likes of me ‘Cause I’m a mess, but none the less It’s all about the rush-hour express
Oh, that’ll do nicely, sir Stick in your finger and pull out the plum
A kodiak the Berlin pound I’ll take it easy I’ll be ’round Walk along my private beach On an [?] out of reach Let them work a nervous stroke The whole day through would be a joke What a mess, but none the less It’s all about the rush-hour express
Oh, that’ll do nicely, sir Stick in your finger and pull out the plum
Oh, that’ll do nicely, sir Stick in your finger and pull out the plum
[Russian music] That will do nicely comrades [Russian music] [Spanish music] Raspatutae!
Eight o’clock, electric shock Alarm bells ringing, punch the clock But I don’t care what clothes you wear I’m an undercover millionaire
Mind the queue the nighttime too Slander till the afternoon They’re in a mess but none the less It’s all about the rush-hour express
Oh, that’ll do nicely, sir Stick in your finger and pull out the plum Oh, that’ll do nicely, sir Stick in your finger and pull out the plum