Welcome to England, sit down have a cuppa Fresh from the chippy let me grab the bread and butter See for some it’s about ‘blingin’ and big money But for me it’s tea drinkin and chip buttys Lookin for fit honeys, and they’re fit buddies Hit the town, clatter pints, eat mint curries When necessary sit and study And we graft hard mate day and night like kid cudi Our culture is ultra Many have a close relationship with scully like mulder Some are a little too friendly with Charlie Relying on his presence depending on him to party So we’re bingeing while the world’s cringing And tabloid camera’s are constantly infringing On the privacy of what they call celebrities They’re courting the fame but then the media are their enemies This is England, home of the English Party hard and we drink like big fish Out on the lash all night binges Council estate dreams from rags to riches It’s the UK, where the tunes play All night til the sunrise of a new day Many are followers do what the crew say Jimmy sees things crystal clear like bluray The country where landing on the moon is eclipsed By the world cup win mate in sixty six Bobby Charlton, Bobby Moore, Geoff Hurst Crowd are on the pitch, iconic red shirts And we’re dead certs one day to lift it again Can’t believe we didn’t win it with Sven But we’ve got the best football on the planet Right on our doorstep bruv this is bloody magic Typified by the three lions And the bulldog spirit we never give up we keep trying Home to the Stones, Coldplay, Oasis Where the St George’s was marred by racists We’ve had punks, skinheads, mods and rockers Doc martens, parkers, denims and dockers New romantics, rudeboys, ravers, geezas But now everyone just wants to be famous!!! This is England, home of the English Party hard and we drink like big fish Out on the lash all night binges Council estate dreams from rags to riches It’s the UK, where the tunes play All night til the sunrise of a new day Many are followers do what the crew say Jimmy sees things crystal clear like bluray This is where we’re from People this is England This is where we’re from People this is England Very selective of what we drink Either it’s get the pints in or I’ll have a mug of twinings PG Tips, Yorkshire, Tetley It’s all about the rola cola forget pepsi The school playground, is like a fashion show Being the poor kid hits like a hammer blow And if you’re running your mouth you better back it Cos it’s if you think you’re hard enough Then geeza come and have a go Kids write rhymes, talk about knife crime And how every minute of the day is getting high time Teenage birds, babies their ‘fav’ word Til they gave birth, all of a sudden they ain’t heard From the father, doesn’t really wanna know the infant Another potential British delinquent Growing up on the estate mate, So sad, no dad, candidates for nick when they go mad This is England, home of the English Party hard and we drink like big fish Out on the lash all night binges Council estate dreams from rags to riches It’s the UK, where the tunes play All night til the sunrise of a new day Many are followers do what the crew say Jimmy sees things crystal clear like bluray