Some people might say my life is in [bad word] 

But I'm quite happy with what I got

People might say that I should strive for more,

But I'm so happy I can't see the point.

Somethings happening here today

show of strength with your boy's brigade and,

I'm so happy and you're so kind

You want more money - of course I don't mind

To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants

But I want nothing this society's got -

I'm going underground, (going underground)

Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound

Going underground, (going underground)

Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate

Me, I've enough already on my plate

People might need some tension to relax

[Me?] I'm too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get

You've made your bed, you better lie in it

You choose your leaders and place your [bad word] 

As their lies put you down and their [bad word] 

You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

And the public wants what the public gets

But I don't get what this society wants

I'm going underground, (going underground)

Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound

Going underground, (going underground)

[So] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and we talk until my head explodes

I turn on the news and my body froze

The braying sheep on my TV screen

Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, I'm going underground!