*Trumpet solo* D A G There's a big group of lads at the bar D A G They've got Ralph Lauren shirts on and gel in their hair D A G A The fruit machines rigged so it never gives out D A G A A pint of John Smith's is less than a pound D A G A And it's beer and a burger for dinner again D A G A With all of the pubs on the high street the same D A G A With laminated menus and terrible music D A G A Really bright lights and some puke in the toilets G Another nameless, faceless town D G Another Friday night G Let's hope that some of these lads get laid A Before they start getting into fights G A It's all good though, it's all gravy G A D This is Middle England baby *Trumpet solo* D A G And the roundabouts circle the towns D A G A The carpet got swept and the factory closed down D A G A No-one remembers the town they once knew D A G A And all arrows point to the next Wetherspoons D A G A Where we drink away our sorrows with smiles on our faces D A G A I know this cause I've been there, I'm a fan of getting wasted G A Makes me feel good, drives me crazy G A D This is Middle England baby *Trumpet solo* G A Makes me feel good, drives me crazy G A D This is Middle England baby
