My feet are slightly frozen
My nose is going blue
I've got a wooly hat on
I hope you've got one too
Cos the train is bloody freezing
It's getting rather cold
No heating in the carriage
The excuses are rather old
Can't understand why Its not working
Other carriages are warm
But hey this is Great Britain
And Great Western have got form
So a sub standard service
For a mighty mighty price
So we all sit here freezing
My toes are blocks of ice
No free hot coffee or chocolate
No refund of monies paid
Just blind indifference always
That's how profits are made
The temperature is falling
The windows covered with rime
There only one thing left to do
Men, I might be gone some time....
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