Yeah, honey, have you ever been to Ingerland, and its' pastures green?

History of Empire, and cricket teams

Palaces, the phallic bits, architectural creed

Wonderful sights to see

We're very good at maintaining some kind of hierarchy

Say 'ello to the Marquis, wonderful parties

A class extravaganza see, the towers and the gallery

Money where it has to be

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

Working class warrior with a panic attack

Confident in conversation, suffers when he's gotta laugh

And you ain't been to Ingerland, you 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 "whoa, that's something"

Ingerland