My England

It ain't about the tea and biscuits

I'm one of those English misfits

I don't drink tea, I drink spirits

And I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics

There goes a horse

Horses for courses

Nah, more like corpses on corners

And Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers

Police carry guns, not truncheons

Make your own assumptions

London ain't all crumpets and trumpets

It's one big slum pit

We ain't all posh like the Queen

We ain't all squeaky clean

Now do the Tony Blair

Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere

We ain't all squeaky clean

We ain't all posh like the Queen

Now do the Tony Blair

Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere

This is the picture

I painted my low down

This my London

That I call my home town

It's where I'm living

And this is my low down

This is my England

I'm letting you know now

No, I don't watch the Antiques Roadshow

I'd rather listen Run The Roads

And smoke someone's fresh homegrown

And not get bloated on a plate of scones

Cricket, Bowls, Croquet

Nah, PS2 all the way

In an English council...apartment

No we don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants

More like 24 hour surveillance and

Dog shit on the pavement

We ain't all posh like the Queen

We ain't all squeaky clean

Now do the Tony Blair

Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere

We ain't all squeaky clean

We ain't all posh like the Queen

Now do the Tony Blair

Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere

This is the picture

I painted my low down

This my London

That I call my home town

It's where I'm living

And this is my low down

This is my England

I'm letting you know now

Big up Oliver Twist

Showin' us the nitty gritty of what London really is

It ain't all pretty

Deal with the realness

It's all gritty

Deal with the realness

Ohh! The changing of the Queen's guard

That's nothing for me to march out of my house for

Tra la la!

I'd rather sit on my arse

And have a glass of Chardonnay

Nah, we ain't all Briget Jones clones

Who say pardon me

More like 'what's gwanin' mate?'

You get me?

Now I can select a few

Pepé Le Pew's

Who like to reject all my views

Well I'm letting you know the news

And, well...

This is the straight up truth

We ain't all posh like the Queen

We ain't all squeaky clean

Now do the Tony Blair

Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere

We ain't all squeaky clean

We ain't all posh like the Queen

Now do the Tony Blair

Throw your hands in the air now, everywhere

This is the picture

I painted my low down

This my London

That I call my home town

It's where I'm living

And this is my low down

This is my England

I'm letting you know now

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