Lady Sovereign - My England Lyrics

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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

These goes a horse horses for courses nah more like corpses on corners

And Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers

Polics carry guns not truncheons make your on assumptions

London ain't all crumpets and trumpets 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 in the air now everytwhere

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 everytwhere

This is the picture I painted my low down This my London that I call my home twon

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 Run the Road

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

We don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants

More like 24 hour surveillance and dog shit on pavements

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[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 everytwhere

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 everytwhere

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

Big up Oliver Twist lettingus 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 form

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 gwanin mate You get me...

Now i can select a few paper people like to reject all my views

Well I'm letting you know the news and

Well this is the straight up truth

[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 everytwhere

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 everytwhere

This is the picture I painted my low down This my London that I call my home twon

It's where I'm living and this is my low down

This is my England I'm letting you know now

Send "My England" ringtone to your cell