[Verse 1]

Yeah honey have you ever been to Ingerland?

And it’s pastures green

History of empire and cricket teams

[Verse 2]

Palaces, the phallic bits, architectural creed

Wonderful sights to see

We’re very good at maintaining some kind of hierarchy

Say hello to the Marquis

Wonderful parties

A class extravaganza see, the towers of the gallery

Money where it has to be

[Verse 3]

And in the hands of the dark

It’s only fate that bears its mark

It’s fucking dingy for a start

Lost at heart

Between the mould and the shopping carts

Addicted to smoking

Change your name to coke kid

When the breaths don’t hit like they once did

[Verse 4]

Working class warrior with a panic attack

Confident in conversation

Suffers when he’s gotta laugh

[Outro]

And you ain’t been to Ingerland

You’ve been to London

And I don’t even mean London

I mean the nice parts of London

The expensive parts of London

Parts that make your family say woah

That’s something

Ingerland