Lyrics

We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Built this city Come on babe! We built this city on sausage rolls That's not bad that S'alright innit? My lyrics are epic aren't they? Stay in tune If you've never had one And don't recognise the taste It's a cylindrical bit of pork wrapped In a puff pastry case Beige, baked, and golden Holier than grace Grab it whilst it's pipin' hot and Shove it in your face! They're party sized to foot long Listen to your belly groan Don't you remember We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Christenings or birthdays Or Uncle Johnny's wake You'll find me at the buffet Filling up my plate A Ginsters on the M1 (M1) Greggs on Platform 3 (Platform 3) I don't care where I'm eating it Smash it with a cup of tea! They're party sized to foot long Listen to your belly groan Don't you remember We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Built this city We built this city on sausage rolls I've done this for my missus 'Cause she loves Christmas songs (Christmas songs) Oh what more could she wish for (yes mate!) Than a sausage roll sing-along? It's not just a meat snack It's a way of life! Treating your friends and family And even your hot wife Order it on date night Stay in an extra night Have it with a Merlot It's time for the saus-age Did you just call that a saus-age? Yes, yes I did Right, no, no it's a sausage, it's a sausage Posh sausage They're party sized to foot long Listen to your belly groan Don't you remember We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Sausage roll, sausage roll city (Rox, they're not the words) Sausage roll, sausage roll city (right, that's not my song) Sausage roll, sausage roll city (stop Rox, right security, can we stop this please?) Sausage roll, sausage roll cit-aayy! (right, Rox, right no, sorry) Right headphones off! No I'm sorry, right let's leave it there please! Headphones off Come on, you've done here Right, end it there, song's over, thank you, thanks, let's go
Writer(s): Dennis Lambert, Martin George Page, Peter F. Wolf, Bernard J.p. Taupin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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