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
