So here you are in hoxton two years on Since you left that little nowhere that you're from
First few weeks you stayed with your ex Same old arguements but without the sex
Now you're renting down the road its not so cheap Every weekend police state in the street
Wiry looking kids hoods up eyes down Weave their bIkes through the arty crowd.
* Now they're squaring up "What phone you got bruv?"
Yeah they're gonna give you grief But you still get home in one piece
In the party your mates spot a celebrity But your not fussed by the gay guy off CBBC
Limos ferry hen nights to the west end The night is dragging its heels till the end
No point trying to act all hard As the kids take the piss as you walk past
No sane place left to go Your mates wanna try and stop this agro
