Land of yobbish glory, all on CCTV,
How shall we defraud you, who are born of thee?
Wider still and wider, may our trash piles be.
Even the PM told us, there’s no society,
Even the PM told us, there’s no society.

Birthplace of the skinheads, give some dole to me,
We do as we want now, screw authority.
Playing dumb’s in fashion, it’s so plain to see,
Robbing upper class bankers speaking “Estuary”,
Robbing upper class bankers speaking “Estuary”.

Throwing up in public, brawling in the street,
Swearing at the teacher, Britain’s all on the cheat.
Chavish is our nation, chavish is our creed,
Smash up somebody’s property
Drive off at a high speed,
Smash up somebody’s property
Drive off at a high speed.

Lo the old ways dying! See them while you can,
Here’s one I found crumbling “Manners maketh man”.
Each man for himself now, shout your “where’s mine?” loud,
Help to keep Britannia dirty, yobbish and proud,
Help to keep Britannia dirty, yobbish and proud!