Yeah, honey, have you ever been to Ingerland, and its' pastures green? History of Empire, and cricket teams Palaces, the phallic bits, architectural creed Wonderful sights to see We're very good at maintaining some kind of hierarchy Say 'ello to the Marquis, wonderful parties A class extravaganza see, the towers and the gallery Money where it has to be And in the hands of the dark It's only fate that bears its mark It's fucking dingy for a start, lost at heart Between the mould and the shopping carts Addicted to smoking, change your name to "coke kid" When the breaths don't hit like they once did Working class warrior with a panic attack Confident in conversation, suffers when he's gotta laugh And you ain't been to Ingerland, you been to London And I don't even mean London, I mean the nice parts of London The expensive parts of London, parts that make your family say "whoa, that's something" Ingerland