When you're working in the dark DOWN BELOW
Underneath St James' Park DOWN BELOW
When you're working in the dark,
Underneath St James' Park
Oh, it isn't half a lark DOWN BELOW

When to Billinsgate you come DOWN BELOW
Things begin to really hum DOWN BELOW
Oh, there's watches you can't wind
Wrapped up in old bacon rind
And that's not all you'll find DOWN BELOW

When to Covent Garden way DOWN BELOW
In the merry month of May DOWN BELOW
Oh, the fragrance of the flowers
Gives us many happy hours
And we dance round with delight DOWN BELOW

Oh, there's something in a sewer, DOWN BELOW
That has a strange allure, DOWN BELOW
Oh, the magic of a drain
Is a thing I can't explain
But it's calling me again, DOWN BELOW