Going Underground

Some people might spend their weekends in the tub
But I’m quite happy sitting in the pub
People might say that I should strive for more
But big bar crawls are sure worth living for

Something’s happening over here
A show of strength with our pints of beer
We’ve had some breakfast ‘cause that’s quite wise
We’ve got some money (of course) and some pies
Now we’re ready to head to the subway lines
And it’s pints we’ll get ‘cause it’s pints we want
We’ll also have some silly bottles and shots

We’re going underground (going underground)
At every stop we’re gonna get a round
Going underground (going underground)
We will drink and sing, gonna get hangovers tomorrow

Some people might say that 16 pubs is mad
That much beer’s more than most people have had
Some say that we’ll have no time to relax
But that’s the point we’re drinking to the max

What you see is what you get
You’ve drawn a card and there’s a drink on it
You choose your pubs, and you place your trust
Avoiding the gay ones in Vauxhall’s a must
But we’ve been there a few times and we’ve got it sussed
And it’s pints we want, so it’s pints we’ll get
We’re also happy drinking other shit

We’re going underground (going underground)
At every stop we’re gonna get a round
Going underground (going underground)
We will drink and sing, gonna get hangovers tomorrow

We walk and we walk until our head explodes
Cause sometimes we end up on deserted roads
But when we get there we’ll find a voice
A silly bottle barman’s choice!

We’re going underground (going underground)
At every stop we’re gonna get a round
Going underground (going underground)
We will drink and sing, gonna get hangovers tomorrow