He spits at the people when they're not his own I thought we united, he says it's his home I'm not racist or tasteless They're invasive, they're hateful At The Rose, the boys don't question his behaviour Football shirts tucked into tracksuits Counts as formal wear, not drug dealing casual Hard times 'round here, man, we gotta get through it Though it's perfectly fine, when Tom or Paul do it We want it easy Keep it polite Don't wanna get on David Byrne's bad side Now he's afraid to go outside To feed the ducks To unionise They keep on telling him Just go back home Homes Under the Hammer well it blares from the bar Until daddy picks him up, in his European sports car "A '19 plate?" Well, he muses who made it "Built in England" he wonders, "a Britishman's labour" It's painful to watch as he watches The Chase As he hates all his neighbours, he praises his saviour Nige We want it easy Keep it polite Don't wanna get on, David Byrne's bad side Now he's afraid to go outside To feed the ducks To unionise They keep on telling him Just go back home He's told them all, plenty of times He's from round here, they don't sympathise They keep on telling him Just go back home