Blair's Britain

Breaking bottles on a Saturday night

Best fun in town if you can't get a fight

Shards of glass amongst the dog shite

I hear Tommy done a bus shelter

So that makes him quite a feller

Only thing is he's a bloody liar

Turns out it's only‘alf a phone box

N' then he ran cos he's yeller

Me an my mates

We've all shagged everybody

An' we say "fuck" a lot

Won't take our cash in the Paki offy

Won't sell us nuffin stronger than coffee

Says"Come back when you're all 21"

We call him a cunt

N' then off we all run

Wait for a drunk who looks like our dad

Who spills out t' pub n' gis us a tab

Send him in with money we've all clubbed together

N' hide round the corner while he buys us our Stella       (Artois, that is )

Stand about in doorways

Looking hard in the rain

Make OAP's with their dogs

Stay well out of our effin' way

Shops won't  sell us paint

Or eggs or flour

Seems they remember HallowEen

N' our finest hour

Kick a few cans into the road

Talk about what we'd do if we had a gun

Laugh about kids at school that have just gotta be gay

One by one drift off home

To watch Match of the Day