Nothing Great About Britain

I said there's nothing great about the place we live in

Nothing great about Britain (nothing great about Britain)

Sip a cup of tea whilst we're spittin'

There's nothing great about Britain

Bottle of Bucky in Buckingham Palace

There's coppers from Scotland all the way down to Dagenham

Waving a black cab, munchin' a Fab

Had to skip the flats, I ain't chasin' the dragon

You look like death warmed up

She ain't a spice, just a korma

I ain't Dizzee, I'm just a boy in a corner

Call me King Whitey, puking up off a corner

All I tasted is korma, ASBO restraining order

I put manners on a punk, 'cause I haven't had my skunk

Miss Teddy, I ain't 10, I'll squeeze your neck until you pop

I was waiting on my friends outside the local shops

See the feathers turning red, white beauty, oh, the swan

Walking 'cross the Thames

Firing slingshots 'cause its nee-nor, nee-nor

Then we're in cuffs, POME

I'm a product, yeah, they made me

I wear chains like my granddad did in slavery

You're 'bout as black as Ainsley, that's bounty

Appropriate the culture before they take heed

Change we, mold, shape and break, please

'Cause these industries are tryna castrate we

Pick it up, put it down, bend it

It breaks and you can't fix it without me

(Nothing great about Britain)

Fucking pussyholes

I'm a geezer

Bodge job the builder, ain't none better

So-called gangster, I'll put trees in your cellar

Ayia Napa poppin' bottles, what's up, fella?

You play the decoy, I'll take food from the cellar

Top lad, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, girl, what's your ploy?

That man's your boy, I'll slap man, way too coy

Three lions, Real McCoy, you're EDL, real English boys

St. George's flag, Doc Marten, boy

Call her slag, but don't mean it, boy

Don't ask, don't get

How'd you get nice things

Life moves fast, roundabouts and swings

Swings and roundabouts, you're 'round my kid

Grass ain't always greener where the other side lives

Nothing great about Britain

Tea and biscuits

Mash jellied eels and a couple lil' trinkets

Eastend, you Phil Mitchell

Get stabbed with the Phillips

Hand on my heart, I swear I'm proud to be British

(Kate Middleton)

Kate Middleton now (I'd wifey her, I would)

I wouldn't lie, you're an English rose, I wouldn't lie to you

I'd tell you how it is, I will treat you with the utmost respect

Only if you respect me a little bit, Elizabeth, you cunt