What A Racket!
Living in the city - is dirty and it's gritty
It's smoggy and it's sooty and it stinks
Well I don't really mind it - I take it as I find it
But I don't care what anybody thinks
And there's one thing I can't take
It's the noise the people make!
What a din, what a racket
I don't think I can hack it
I didn't come here looking for a fight
Pass a law, and I'll back it
Pass a bag and let me pack it
I'll do anything if it'll bring me sleep at night
All day long they're banging - and clattering and clanging
And begging for the boss to let them out
You'd think they'd want some quiet - instead they start a riot
And fuss and fight and scr*p and scream and shout
When you'd like a quiet drink
And you can't hear yourself think
What a din, what a racket
I don't think I can hack it
I didn't come here looking for a fight
Pass a law, and I'll back it
Pass a bag and let me pack it
I'll do anything if it'll bring me sleep at night
Now don't misunderstand me - there's lovely people 'round me
I like the pub, I like the music hall
I like all kinds of places - it's just the ugly faces
And voices that can drive me up the wall
When you dine out for a treat
And you can't hear yourself eat
What a din, what a racket
I don't think I can hack it
I didn't come here looking for a fight
Pass a law, and I'll back it
Pass a bag and let me pack it
I'll do anything if it'll bring me sleep at night
