Nation Of Shopkeepers Lyrics

I come from a nation of shopkeepers Window cleaners, turf accountants and book keepers I run through the station where the road sweepers Clean the debris, sweep the tickets near the rail sleepers And as usual I'm running late But I can't wait It's not important anyhow As usual it's not that great Just seeing a mate In a pub across town I come from a nation of shopkeepers Car mechanics, plumbers mates and inn keepers I run down the tow path past the lock keepers In my pinstripe, my dickie bow and my brothel creepers And you can laugh at my hair The clothes I wear No they're not all the rage But I'm not the global type Don't wanna act Upon the world stage I come from a nation of shopkeepers Washer women, hod carriers and wicket keepers I run through the morning past the road sweepers With my flat cap, my plus 4's to my Mini Cooper And you can't expect me to put up a fight No, I'm just sitting still My eyes are all over you but my hand remains in the till