A City gent in pin stripe suit
ran past beggar playing flute
down escalator he did run
as if set off by a starting gun
quick, quick, quick, I shall be late
to miss the tram shall be my fate
dressed up in his finest clobber
pushed past ladies & children
the City nobber
blast & damn he made his tram
which hurtled fast towards East Ham
under ground the folks crammed in
think about their moral sin
faster, faster it did go
rocked side to side & to & fro
from under earth he did emerge
& all the people did converge
at last the gent did see the light
now free from chains & of his plight
"no more shall I catch the tube"
"I'm going to go & buy a CUBE"