Lady Sovereign Lyrics
My England

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 alot 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, Police 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 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 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
squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen,
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, showing us know the nitty
gritty of what London really is, 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 watch out of my
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 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,

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