Lyrics:

You’ll be met with open arms
You’ll succumb to all its charms
Though a cloud may pass on by
Soon you’ll see the Northern sky
Bluer than it ought to be
Should you win the lottery
Islington N1

Women thin and rich and smart
Studied Latin, studied art
Don’t pretend you stand a chance
Open arms but not a glance
Here they never compromise
And they don’t economize
Islington N1
Islington N1

The lights of Islington shine bright
A beacon in the skanky night

Hail a taxi, drive around
Smell the culture, hear the sound
Shostakovich, Peggy Lee
All so very Radio 3

Islington N1
Islington N1

Modern in the low-tech way
Churches, but no need to pray
Everyone has all they need
Every dog is pedigreed
Maybe if you mend your ways
You can live out all your days
In Islington N1

Sparks are here for 20 nights
Must have been an oversight
All our exclusivity
Is it now a memory
Are we now, like everywhere
falling in to disrepair
Islington N1
Islington N1

Hey, it’s only 20 nights
We’ll return to former heights
Pianissimo again
Even this we will transcend
Then you’ll see those open arms
And again the lovely charms of
Islington N1

You’ll be met with open arms
You’ll succumb to all its charms
Though a cloud may pass on by
Soon you’ll see the Northern sky
Bluer than it ought to be
We’ve all won the lottery
In Islington N1