(Intro - jangly guitars, upbeat) (Verse 1 - observational, British swagger) Up at half past six, kettle's on the boil Instant coffee, stale bread, same old daily toil Out the council flat, down the dodgy lift Graffiti on the walls says "Life's a gift" Northern Line is packed like sardines in a tin Bloke next to me reading The Sun with a grin Busker playing Wonderwall for the hundredth time I drop him fifty pence just to ease my mind (Pre-Chorus) This is London calling Every single morning Same routine, different day But I wouldn't have it any other way (Chorus - anthemic) Zone 2 living, that's my life Minimum wage but I'm getting by alright Chicken shops and corner stores This is what I'm living for Zone 2 living, underground Lost in the city but I've finally found That home is where the chaos is Zone 2 living, this is it! (La-la-la, la-la-la-la) Zone 2 living! (La-la-la, la-la-la-la) (Verse 2 - more detail) Coffee break at Pret, same old ham and cheese Standing in the drizzle trying not to freeze Boss is on my case about the monthly sales But I'm daydreaming 'bout the weekend at the pub in Bethnal Green Lunch hour window shopping down on Oxford Street Can't afford a thing but I like to see All the tourists taking photos, blocking up the way Welcome to London, mate, this is every day (Pre-Chorus) This is London living Always taking, never giving But I love it all the same Wouldn't trade it, wouldn't change (Chorus - bigger) Zone 2 living, that's my world Overpriced pints with the boys and girls Chicken shops and corner stores This is what I'm living for Zone 2 living, can't complain Victoria Line delayed again But home is where the madness is Zone 2 living, bloody bliss! (Bridge - slower, reflective) Six PM, the sun is setting over Camden Town Everyone's heading to the pub, not going home We're all just trying to make it through another week Find meaning in the mundane Find beauty in the bleak (Instrumental - guitar break) (Verse 3 - spoken word style) Friday night, The Queen's Head, pint of lager please Talking about football, talking about nothing Saturday morning, Portobello Road Looking at the vintage clothes I'll never buy Sunday roast at mum's place, telling her I'm fine Monday morning, here we go again (Final Chorus - everyone singing) ZONE 2 LIVING, THIS IS HOME EIGHT MILLION PEOPLE BUT YOU'RE NEVER ALONE CHICKEN SHOPS AND BUS STOPS LATE NIGHT KEBAB SHOPS ZONE 2 LIVING, UNDERGROUND GREATEST CITY THAT I'VE EVER FOUND THIS IS WHERE MY HEART IS ZONE 2 LIVING, THIS IS IT! THIS IS LONDON, THIS IS LIFE SCRAPING BY BUT DOING ALRIGHT WOULDN'T CHANGE IT IF I COULD ZONE 2 LIVING FEELS SO GOOD! (Outro - triumphant) (La-la-la, la-la-la-la) That's my London! (La-la-la, la-la-la-la) Zone 2 living! Yeah!
