[00:00.000] 作词 : Shane MacGowan
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Shane MacGowan
[00:30.646]In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink
[00:34.040]Of VP wine and cider till we can hardly think
[00:37.340]And we'll go where the spirits take us, to Heaven or to Hell
[00:40.960]And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well
[00:44.190]Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
[00:47.647]From the dear old streets of King's Cross to the doors of the ICA
[00:50.959]Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
[00:54.526]We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
[00:56.314]And I ain't going home tonight (Yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay)
[01:01.433]From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammersmith's sightly shores
[01:04.933]We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores
[01:08.260]There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the GLC
[01:11.710]And when we've done those bastards in, we'll storm the BBC
[01:14.960]Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
[01:18.341]From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a KMRIA
[01:21.754]Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
[01:25.289]We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
[01:27.008]And I'm not going home tonight (Yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay)
[01:45.819]From a five-pound bet in William Hill's to a Soho sex-shop dream
[01:49.255]From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
[01:52.599]We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed, on the way we'll kill and maim
[01:56.097]When you haven't got a penny, boys, it's all the bloody same
[01:59.347]Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
[02:02.700]From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Mill Lane
[02:06.115]Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
[02:09.652]We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
[02:11.543]And I'm not going home tonight (Yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay)
[02:16.650]This town has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry
[02:20.215]We've been here for a long time and we'll be here till we die
[02:23.631]So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer
[02:27.056]And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the year
[02:30.345]Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
[02:33.880]From Arlington House with a two-bob bit to the Scottish shores today
[02:37.204]Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
[02:40.681]We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
[02:42.603]And I'm not going home tonight (Yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay)

作词 : Shane MacGowan
作曲 : 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-eye-ay)
From the dear old streets of King's Cross to the doors of the ICA
Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I ain't going home tonight (Yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay)
From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammersmith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores
There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the GLC
And when we've done those bastards in, we'll storm the BBC
Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a KMRIA
Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight (Yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay)
From a five-pound bet in William Hill's 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-eye-ay)
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight (Yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay)
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 bloody city down in the summer of the year
Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
From Arlington House with a two-bob bit to the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan (Yip-eye-ay)
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight (Yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay, yip-eye-ay)