Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah [Verse 1] Would you call Epsom races, with hordes of white faces Racist, or chavvy, or worse? And who calls a member of parliament caught By Hampstead Heath police perverse? Would you Royal Ascot a meatmarket? Like you do the places we go? 'Cause Henley Regatta, it don't really matter The yacht you got but who you know [Chorus] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge A boat race, but much, much more Try turning up at Putney Bridge And soon you'll get to know the score You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham But your feet won't touch the floor You sing, 'This City is Yours' (or I) Afraid it ain't yours anymore [Intro] Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah ah [Verse 2] You call the folk beneath plastic, fake, or cheap Apart from particular class Their vocal chords ruined by yelling, 'Whose streets?' But happy kissing honourable ass Whenever we go clubbing in a short dress You're the first to label and think Why do fools fall out of cabs And who let the lower class drink? [Chorus] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge A boat race, but much, much more Try turning up at Putney Bridge And soon you'll get to know the score You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham But your feet won't touch the floor You sing, 'This City is Yours' (or I) Afraid it ain't yours anymore [Bridge] I've seen West Ham and Orient, seen Millwall, QPR Sing 'This City Is Ours' as they are fuck-munched at the bar You sing 'This City is Yours', never will be, never was And any claim you have to it ain't serious because City's only yours to claim when your daughter's crossing street And neither roving eye or predator nor whistle does she meet [Chorus] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge A boat race, but much, much more Try turning up at Putney Bridge And soon you'll get to know the score You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham But your feet won't touch the floor You sing, 'This City is Yours' (or I) Afraid it ain't yours anymore