I'm playing with the railway stations,
Put the top cats in administration, oo-ooh.
Everything has gone as planned,
The caps are empty in their hand,
All that I don't understand
Is why I've been severely panned:
Go to ground, I think I will
Go to ground -
Go while this hole is gaping,
Go where the press aren't taping,
Go where Jo Moore is shaping
Everything for me.
Tonight I'll lay new tracks again,
I'll fix the points and pret-e-end, oo-ooh.
But all my schemes rebound on me
Despite my trade and industry
And though I've set the railways free
I need someone to cover me:
Go to ground . . .