Another bloody rainy day at 37 Hyde Park Gate

The bloody alarm didn’t go off

You woke up with a bloody cough

You really need to bloody pee

It’s bloody dark and you can’t see

You and the bloody door collide

The bloody bathroom’s occupied

You bloody wait and bloody wait

Every day in Hyde Park Gate

The bloody kitchen’s bloody packed

The dirty dishes are bloody stacked

You bloody wish to go back home

Someone bloody ate your Toblerone

Your bloody milk is bloody sour

You bloody realize the bloody hour

You’re bloody going to be bloody late

Running out of Hyde Park Gate

You’re bloody hungry all the bloody time

And all you’ve got is a bloody lime

The bloody food is bloody bad

Grocery shopping makes you bloody mad

It’s bloody expensive as bloody hell

But all you can say is oh bloody well

And that’s your bloody general state

Every day at Hyde Park Gate

The bloody flat is bloody old

The bloody air is bloody cold

The bloody beds bloody creak

The bloody doors bloody squeak

The bloody Internet doesn’t bloody work

The bloody workmen bloody lurk

Everything’s just so bloody great

At 37 Hyde Park Gate

Don’t be fooled by the bloody address

This bloody apartment is a bloody mess

The bloody toilet is bloody clogged

The bloody ceiling is water-logged

The bloody carpet harasses your eyes

(And it bloody smells, no bloody surprise)

In this bloody shameful real estate

That’s 37 Hyde Park Gate

The bloody room that’s twenty by twelve

Doesn’t bloody have a single bloody shelve

It’s bloody tiny as can bloody be

It’s bloody way too small for three

The bloody lights are out by 10

You bloody trip, and trip again

You bloody question your bloody fate

Every night in Hyde Park Gate

You bloody do dishes in the bloody sink

That bloody aren’t yours, and you bloody think

This bloody isn’t bloody fair

And the bloody Dutch just bloody stare

And there’s no bloody laundry machine

Any bloody where to be bloody seen

And Goldie-locks is your bloody roommate

Every day at Hyde Park Gate

You bloody walk out into bloody rain

You bloody miss the bloody train

You bloody want some bloody peace

But the bloody sitting duck won’t cease

To bloody talk all the bloody time

You’re bloody about to lose your mind

In this bloody place you love and hate

Called 37 Hyde Park Gate