A tale of the mundane life of commuters in London. See if you can spot all the references to a certain Radio 4 panel game!
The Lyttelton arms is a pub just outside Mornington Crescent tube station. I've been there, it was quite nice. No idea if they ever have live music, mind, so I'll just pretend they do.
Lyrics and Chords:
[G][Em][C][G]
[C][G][D][D]
[G][Gsus][G][Gsus]
[G]Finchley [Em]Central it's [C]pouring with [D]rain
[G]Commuters [Em]stumbling [C]onto the t[D]rain
[G]Hands round [Em]Lattes, [C]bodies still [G]ache
[G]Kentish Town they're [C]starting to [D]wake
[D7]
[G]Pull out your [D]airpods, [C]open your [G]eyes
By [C]Mornington [G]Crescent, the [D]day comes a[G]live
[Em][C][G]
[C][G][D][D]
[G][Gsus][G][Gsus]
[G]"Hi Mrs [Em]Trellis, [C]how are you to[D]day?"
[G]Correspondence [Em]piling [C]in the [D]tray
[G]Meetings with [Em]clients, [C]phones never [G]stop
[G]By four PM, they're [C]watching the [D]clock
[D7]
[G]Drink one more [D]coffee, [C]try to sur[G]vive
At [C]Mornington [G]Crescent, they're [C]living for [D7]five
[G]Punch the [D]clock [C]keep a straight [G]face
At [C]Mornington [G]Crescent, they're [D]out of this [G]place
[G][Em][C][G]
[C][G][D][D]
[G][Gsus][G][Gsus]
[G]Lyttelton [Em]Arms, [C]barroom is [D]rammed
[G]Late ar[Em]rivals [C]join in the [D]band
[G]Word for [Em]word, [C]all pick up [G]song
[G]Tune of another [C]follows a[D]long
[D7]
[G]Forget tom[D]orrow, [C]rising at [G]eight
At [C]Mornington [G]Crescent, they're [D]staying out [G]late
[Em][C][G]
[C][G][C][C]
[D][D][D7][D7*]
[G][Em][C][G]
[C][G][D][D]
[G][Gsus][G][Gsus]
[G]Hangovers [D]raging [C]no sleeping [G]in
At [C]Mornington [G]Crescent, a [D]new day be[G]gins
[Em][C][G]
[C][G][D][D]
[G][Gsus][G][Gsus][G][Gsus][G]