Down in Albion 
Ah, they're black and blue 
But we don't talk about that 
Are you from 'round here? 
How do you do? 
I'd like to talk about that 

Talk over 
Gin in teacups 
And leaves on the lawn 
Violence in bus stops 
And pale thin girl with eyes forlorn 

Aah, gin in teacups 
And leaves on the lawn 
Violence in dole queues 
And pale thin girl behind the checkout 

But if you're looking for a cheap sort 
Glint with perspiration 
There's a four-mile queue 
Outside the disused power station 
Now come away, won't you come away 
We'll go to 
Deptford, Digby... 
Anywhere in Albion 

Yellowing classics 
And canons at dawn 

But if you're looking for a cheap sort 
That's in false anticipation 
It'll be waiting in the photo booth 
At the railway station 

Ah come away, won't you come away 
We're going to... 
Watford, London Fields 
Anywhere oh 

If you're looking for a cheap sort 
That's in false anticipation 
It'll be waiting in the photo booth 
At the underground station 

Oh come away, won't you come away 
We're going to...