[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]

This ain't the down, it's the upbeat, make it complete

So what's the story? Guaranteed accuracy, enhanced CD

Latest technology, darts hit treble twenty

Huge non-recoupable advance, majors be vigilant

I excel in both content and deliverance

So let's put on our classics and we'll have a little dance, shall we?

No sales pitch, no media hype

No hydro, it's nice and ripe

I speak in communications in bold type

This ain't your archetypal street sound, scan for ultrasounds

North, south, east, west and all 'round

And then to the underground

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]

You say that everything sounds the same

Then you go buy them

There's no excuses, my friend

Let's push things forward

You say that everything sounds the same

Then you go buy them

There's no excuses, my friend

Let's push things forward

[Verse 2: Mike Skinner]

As we progress to the check point

I wholeheartedly agree with your viewpoint

But this ain't your typical garage joint

I make points which hold significance

That ain't a bag, it's a shipment

This ain't a track, it's a movement

I got the settlement

My frequencies are transient and resonate your eardrums

I make bangers, not anthems

Leave that to The Artful Dodger

The broad-shouldered fifty-one percent shareholder

You won't find us on Alta Vista

Cult classic, not bestseller

You're gonna need more power

Plug in the three-phase and the generator

Crank it up to the gigawatts

Critics, ready with your pot shots, the plot thickens

Put on your mittens for these sub-zero conditions

But remember I'm just spitting, remember I'm just spitting

Once bitten, forever smitten

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]

You say that everything sounds the same

Then you go buy them

There's no excuses, my friend

Let's push things forward

You say that everything sounds the same

Then you go buy them

There's no excuses, my friend

Let's push things forward

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]

Spit jewels like Eastern riches, junkie fixes

Around here, we say "birds", not "bitches"

As London Bridge burns down, Brixton's burning up

Turns out you're in luck, 'cause I know this dodgy fuck in the Duck

So it's just another show flick from your local city poet

In case you geezers don't know it, let's push things forward

It's a tall order, but we're taller

Calling all maulers, back street brawlers

Corner shop crawlers, victory's flawless

Love us or hate us, but don't slate us

Don't conform to formulas, pop genres and such

Sharp darts, Double Dutch

Parked cars, troubles are much

With more bud

Let's push things forward

[Chorus: Kevin Mark Trail]

You say that everything sounds the same

Then you go buy them

There's no excuses, my friend

Let's push things forward

You say that everything sounds the same

Then you go buy them

There's no excuses, my friend

Let's push things forward