What A Racket!

Living in the city - Is dirty and it's gritty
It's smoggy and it's sooty and it stinks
Well I don't really mind it - I take it as I find it
But I don't care what anybody thinks
And there's one thing I can't take
It's the noise the people make!
WHAT A DIN, WHAT A RACKET
I DON'T THINK I CAN HACK IT
I DIDN'T COME HERE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT
PASS A LAW, AND I'LL BACK IT
PASS A BAG AND LET ME PACK IT
I'LL DO ANYTHING IF IT'LL BRING ME SLEEP AT NIGHT
All day long they're banging - And clattering and clanging
And begging for the boss to let them out
You'd think they'd want some quiet - Instead they start a riot
And fuss and fight and scrap and scream and shout
When you'd like a quiet drink
And you can't hear yourself think
Now don't misunderstand me - There's lovely people 'round me
I like the pub, I like the Music Hall
I like all kinds of places - It's just the ugly faces
And voices that can drive me up the wall
When you dine out for a treat
And you can't hear yourself eat