Oh Down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that
Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn
More gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in dole queues And the pale thin girl Behind the checkout
But if you're looking for a cheap sort Set in false anticipation I'll be waiting in the photo booth At the underground station
So come away, won't you come away We could go to... Catford, Watford, Lincoln Digberth, Hereford Anywhere in Albion
Ahh yellowing classics And canons at dawn Coffee wallahs and pith helmets And an English song
Aah... Reebok classics And canons at dawn Coffee wallahs and pith helmets And, and the English song
But if you're looking for a cheap tart All glint with perspiration There's a four-mile queue Outside the disused power station
Now come away, wont you come away We'll go to... Margate, Scarborough, Wigan, Sheppard’s Bush Oh anywhere
but if you're looking for a cheap tart that’s glint with perspiration there's be waiting at the photo booth at the underground station wont you come away, come away we’ll go to anywhere in Albion