Those grey London mornings
That promised so much
Those grey London mornings
Now you know that you know that you know that you know now
That you never really knew her at all
Those grey London mornings
The grey London skies
Like a blanket for the fools
Did you think that big river
Gave a damn about you
Judge me if you like
If it makes you feel alright
It really is no business of mine
What you do with your time
From Whitechapel to Willesden
From Dulwich to Dalston
From Cannon Street to Canning Town
Dreaming of blue skies
On the Underground
On the Underground
Coming up for air at Highgate
Through the leafy streets to Crouch End
Walking up to the Pally
Where every blade of grass
Every cloud in the sky
Feels like a friend
Every blade of grass
Every cloud in the sky
Feels like a friend
From Mayfair to Morden
From Balham to Brixton
From Colindale to Camden Town
Dreaming of blue skies
On the Underground
Dreaming Dreaming
On the Underground
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Those grey London mornings
When you don't have a clue
Those grey London mornings
Could be sunny afternoons
Sunny afternoons
Sunny afternoons
From Theydon Bois to Turnpike Lane
From Hanger Lane to Hainault
From Plaistow to Perivale
Dreaming of blue skies
From Aldgate East to Acton Town
Dreaming of blue skies
On the Underground