[Verse 1]
In the Head at Islington
You sing to your soul
Or they will you ignore
You sing and you scream
Not like a human being
And beer crates and chip Lord

[Verse 2]
P.A.'s off dead, the piano unfed
But they're stomping on the floor
The air's thick with smoke, my accordion's broke
They're dancing and shouting for more

[Verse 3]
Every night, there is a fight
They're fighting on the dance floor
You're in for a bruising
If you are losing the punches raining by the score

[Verse 4]
Sing with a shot
And [?]
I sing, you are my whore
The bear abusing
The cheering and stomping on the dance floor
They're selling lots of beer
The crowd, they'd cheer and they shout for more
This one thing we're crap, my head wants to smash
But the crowd, they do adore
The crowd, they do adore
The crowd, they do adore
The crowd, they do
The crowd, they do
The crowd, they do adore