Moving down the train

Through Clapham Junction's rush hour crowd
The tannoy broadcasts clear and loud.
As they pile on, in pouring rain
They're asked to please move down the train.

There's one who doesn't hear the cry
His i-pod volume's much to high
He's lost in his own world, it's plain
"Excuse me - please move down the train."

He's still completely unaware
And blocks their way, still standing there
They ask once more, though it's in vain
"Oh come on, PLEASE move down the train!"

Those in the doorway cannot breathe
And those left on the platform seethe
The crowding's getting quite insane
"LOOK, JUST MOVE DOWN THE FUCKING TRAIN!!!"

To all their cries he's deaf and blind
Until the mob are left behind
But once he's on the move again
Then that's when he moves down the train