nothing ever happens

believe the hype i'm la roast beef

wanna stereotype i got wonky teeth

i stand proud on the white cliffs of dover

soon to have a wank til it's all over

yeah the weather's intermittent i'll admit

and we grow wet weekends what are the shit

but i love it

in a special way i'm spin

this is a rap tune reppin' all of bryn

i haven't got a monocle or a smoking jacket

got a stiff upper lip and a cocaine racket

we drive on the left and we're always right

we're brits on the piss and we're good in a fight

we're a nightmare abroad

even worse than home

that's why we got asbo's and no-go zones

we got white van man

and british pork

and some people so thick they can't even talk. nothing ever really happens around here

just smoking

fighting

and drinking beer. this is what you want

this is what you get

you know the score so don't get upset

we got kids necking pills instead of kids necking sweets

we got second-rate shops up and down the high street

we got culture but its based on booze

walk-in

drive-thru

fast food

you can choose

endless scams with the benefit fraud

always holiday in spain and we never get bored!

we got british knights

we got british home stores

british airways

and british born whores

i love the weather

though it can be bleak

they might empty my bins next week

we got jobsworths

what can i do?

apart from take time to say fuck you!

we cope quite well with diversity. and we don't go outside cos of health and safety!

nothing ever really happens around here

just smoking

fighting

and drinking beer. run out of credit on my mobile phone

fill out another form for another loan

every door shuts with no explanation

become a trained killer - on the playstation

really not bothered - no motivation

every day's the same for the i generation

offer me a bit and i'll take the lot

there's nothing to do

but it's all we got. mcdonalds for lunch

i'm lovin' it!

fish and chips for tea

now that's the shit

cos this is a rap tune for my brethren

to all the safe clarts who'll lend you a skin

to all the sexy ladies who let you put it in

cos all the time i'm livin' in the sin

home grown hip-hop

if europe was water

we're the council pop. nothing ever really happens around here

just smoking

fighting

and drinking beer. need a football cos you use your feet

you talk a good game and always get beat

love eating curry but we can't cook one

smoking cigarettes and reading the sun

like an underdog that's prone to rage

everyday there's tits - on the third page

generation of smokers banned from clubs and bars

we got bus lanes but we all drive cars!

cwmbran and swindon too

this world belongs to you

from the tops of the mountains

to the edge of the shores

never forget the world is yours!

nothing ever really happens around here

just smoking

flighting

and drinking beer. nothing ever really happens around here

just smoking

flighting

and drinking beer.