CornieLyrics: Dance, trance & other lyrics

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 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
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,

[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