Lady Sovereign – My England Lyrics  Share

From Lady Sovereign's album: Public Warning

It ain^,t about 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 trumpers, it^,s one big slum pit.

[Chorus:]
We ain^,t all posh like the queen, we ain^,t all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands int 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 to Run the Road.
[ My England lyrics from
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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 coucil apartment,
We don^,t all wear bowler hats and hire servants.
More like 24 hour surveillance and dog sh*t on the pavements

[Chorus]

Big up Oliver Twist, letting us know 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 come out of the house for,
Tra la la, I^,d rather sit on my arse,
And have a glass of Chardonnay, nah,
We ain^,t all Bridget Jones clones, who say pardon me
More like gwanin mate. You get me...
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