City of Culture

this is a journey into sound

we’re the city of culture
we’re layin’ it on yer
we gave you the beatles
but we’re sorry about sonia

we’re the hip-hop scousers
our gain your loss
we don’t say ‘bling bling’
we say ‘boss’

we’re chillin’ in childwall
getting high in huyton
our idea of abroad is new brighton

smoke weed like the yanks
but we don’t talk the same
we don’t say ’he’s stoned man’
we say ’he’s out the game’

everyone in the house say R, say RA, say RAU
city of culture
this songs made up
as they say in berlin baby
‘ich bein…

at john lennon airport
I made the stewardess cry
I said ’all you need is love’
and she said ’no you also need a ticket to ride’

We’ve got shack, black,
the bunnymen are back
and if you live across the water
you’re still a woolyback

we’ve got the coral from the wirral
the formby red squirrels
If you have a paddle in the Mersey
why not have a little piddle

like dicing with death
there’s nothing down
If you leave without payin’
in chinatown

can I kick it, yes you can, can I kick it, yes you can

city of culture
home of the world’s first rave
what a shame that the trains
don’t go any faster today

adolf hitler stayed here
painting houses for cash
where else do you think he got
the idea for that moustache

from dovecot to dingle
if you’re old an single
down the grafton
yer varicose veins will tingle

I was lounging in me cozzie
got bitten by a mozzie
my eyeballs were all gozzie
so the took me off to ozzie

we’ve got alexie sayle,
alan bleasdale
walton jail
where they hang you by the tail

yellow belly custard
green snot pie
all mixed together
with a dead dogs eye

what’s your name
mary jane
where do you live
down the grid
what number
cucumber
what house
pan of scouse

city of culture
viva la footy
sod nouvelle cuisine
just have a chip butty

and if you’re born a scouser
then you’ve already won
and if you need some toilet paper
why not use a copy of the sun

city of culture
city of culture

got frank and margie clarke, sefton park
orchestral manouvers in the dark
deaf school, it’s immaterial, the teardrop explodes
ian mcnabb he’s still giving it loads
the christians, the real thing, wah heat
gladstone sold ships down rodney street

i was goin’ off me rocka
the coffee was a mocha
i was sweatin’ like a docker
‘cos church street chocka

we’re the hop hop scousers
getting medieval on yer
get the ale in

we’re the hip hop scousers
degsy’s on the decks
with the scallywag catchphrase
mind me kecks

Steve Gribbin | Back to the top