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

Gin in teacups and
Leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queue
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout

But if you're looking for a cheap sort
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 deptford, digby, tuebrook, anywhere
In albion

Yellowing classics and
Canons at dawn
Coffee wallows and pith helmets
And oh an English sun

But if you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the railway station
Ah come away, wont you come away
We'll go to watford, london fields, anywhere
But if you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth at the underground station
Ah come away, wont you come away
We'll go to watford, london fields, anywhere