Albion

Down in Albion, they're black and blue

But we don't talk about that

Are you from 'round here? How do you do?

I'd like to talk about that

Talk over gin in tea cups and leaves on the lawn

Violence and bus stops and a pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

More gin and tea cups and leaves on the lawn

Violence and dole queues and a pale thin girl behind the check-out

If you're looking for a cheap tart sat in false anticipation

I'll be waiting in the photobooth at the underground station

So come away

Won't you come away?

We could go to Deptford, Catford, or Watford, Digbeth, Mansfield

Or anywhere in Albion

Anywhere in Albion

Anywhere in Albion

Yellowing classics and cannons at dawn

Coffee wallahs and pith helmets

And an English sun

Reebok classics and cannons at dawn

Terrible warlords, good warlords and an English song

If you're looking for a cheap sort all glint with perspiration

There's a four mile queue outside the disused power station

Now come away, oh, say you'll come away

Go to Chatsworth, Stamford, Yeovil, Brynmawr, Newcastle

If you are looking for a cheap tart, don't glint with perspiration

There's a five mile queue outside the disused power station

Now come away, away

Won't you come away?

We're going to Bentham, Oldham, Cranfield, Roman, Bristol

Anywhere in Albion

Anywhere in Albion

Anywhere in Albion

Anywhere in Albion

Anywhere in Albion