There's nothing quite like it
Adopting a new tone
That stems from having a diet
Of saucy comedians and evening cooking shows
And when you finally realise that you cannot win
You may as well give in
And lose yourself
To the mockney swing
It may seem decieving
To echo from elsewhere
Cause from the way that you're speaking
Who'd guess that you're really from weston super mare
And when you finally realise that you cannot win
You may as well give in
And lose yourself
To the mockney swing
And when you finally realise that you cannot win
You may as well give in
And lose yourself
In what rubs off on almost everyone
When you give in
When you give in
When you give in
Oh when you give in
To the mockney swing
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