My England

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Pre-Chorus x4] 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 [Chorus x2] 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 [Outro] La...la la la La la la La la la...la La...la la la La la la La la la...la