Lyrics:

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
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
Deptford, Catford, Watford, Digberth, Mansfield
Ohh, anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
And an English song
Mm, Reebok classics
And canons at dawn
Terrible warlords, good Warlords
And an English song
Ohh, if you're looking for a cheap sort
All glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue
Outside the disused power station
Now come away, oh say you'll come away
We'll go to
Satsworth, Senford, Weovil, Woomoyle, New Castle
If you are looking for a cheap tart
Don't glint with perspiration
There's a five-mile queue
Outside the disused power station
Now come away (away), won't you come away
We'll go to,
Bedtown, Oldham, Nunthorpe, Rowlam, Bristol
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion