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• My England - Lady Sovereign
• Monkey Island - J. Geils Band
• Monkeyland - Chameleons
• Monkey Island - Delicate News

It ain't about tea and biscuits
I'm one of those English misfits
I don't drink tea I drink spirits
And I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics
There goes a horse, courses for horses
Nah more like corpses on corners
And Staffordshire Bull Terriers
And late night crawlers
Police carry guns not truncheons
Make your own assumptions
London ain't all crumpets and trumpets
It's one big slum pit
We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
This is the picture I painted my low down
This my London that I call my hometown
It's where I'm living and this is my low down
This is my England, I'm letting you know now
I don't watch the Antiques Roadshow
I'd rather listen to Run the Road
And smoke someone's fresh homegrown
And not get bloated on a plate of scones
Cricket, bowls, croquet, nah PS2 all the way
In an English council apartment
No, we don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants
More like 24 hour surveillance and **** on the pavements
We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
This is the picture I painted my low down
This my London that I call my hometown
It's where I'm living and this is my low down
This is my England, I'm letting you know now
Big up Oliver Twist
Showing us know the nitty gritty of what London really is
It ain't all pretty, deal with the realness
It's all gritty, deal with the realness
Ooh the changing of the Queen's guard
That's nothing for me to come out of the house for
Tra la la
I'd rather sit on my ****
Another glass of Chardonnay, nah
We ain't all Bridget Jones clones
Who say pardon me
More like what's gwanin' mate, you get me
Now I can select a few
[Incomprehensible] like to reject all my views
Well, I'm letting you know the news and
Well, this is the straight up truth
We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all posh like the queen, we ain't all squeaky clean
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
We ain't all squeaky clean, we ain't all posh like the queen
Now do the Tony Blair, throw your hands in the air now everywhere
This is the picture I painted my low down
This my London that I call my hometown
It's where I'm living and this is my low down
This is my England, I'm letting you know now
This is the picture I painted my low down
This my London that I call my hometown
It's where I'm living and this is my low down
This is my England, I'm letting you know now

No one could explain it
What went on that night
How every living thing
Just dropped out of sight
We watched them take the bodies
And row them back to shore
Nothing like that ever
Happened here before.
On the east side of the island
Not too far from the shore
There stood the old house
Of fifty years or more
All the dorrs and windows
Were locked inside and out
The fate of those trapped in there
Would never be found out.
There ain't no life on Monkey Island
No one cares and no one knows
The moon hangs out on Monkey Island
The night has dealt the final blow.
The fish jumped from the water
And started walking home
The birds all started screaming
And dove into the foam
The night came out of nowhere
And then a quiet rain
Footsteps in the darkness
Down a half forgotten road.
There ain't no life on Monkey Island
No one cares and no one knows
The moon hangs out on Monkey Island
The night has dealt the final blow.
There ain't no life on Monkey Island
The night has dealt the final blow.
There ain't no life on Monkey Island
No one cares and no one knows
The moon hangs out on Monkey Island
The night has dealt the final blow.
There ain't no life on Monkey Island
No one cares and no one knows
The moon hangs out on Monkey Island

I shake my head and shiver
They smile
And then stab my back as they shake my hand
Send out an SOS plea
Come quickly
I'm marooned in monkeyland.
Is there anyone there
Who understands me
Anyone at all
I'm idly staring at the sky
Did anybody hear me sigh
A million stars are a moving sight
To all you out there
Hearing this tonight
It's just a trick of the light
I have to know what is real
And what is illusion
ohhh, how does it feel
Beyond this confusion
Is there anyone there
Do I dismiss this with a sigh
oh yes you must from time to time
And let the answers pass me by
To questions set to bend the mind
Is my creator a God or a man
Does someone somewhere
Care or understand
It's just a trick of the light
I have to know what is real
And what is illusion
Tell me how does it feel
Beyond this confusion
for all the tricks of the light
yeah for all the tricks of the light
out there tonight, tonight
Life's an optical illusion
Like other optical illusions
Beware

Hold your life tight
Love is no passenger of my mind
This is the gist of my head
Yes! It's frightening!
But there's no one else
Who can help you
I'm your only friend
There's something in my wicked grin
There's something in my mind
It robs my light it makes me blind
There's something in my wicked grin
There's something in my mind
It makes me blind it robs my light
There is something ...
Monkey island! Island of my mind
Hold your life tight
Love is no passenger
Of my mind
This is the gist of
My head
Yes! It's frightening!