Culture shock!

No mighty oaks or dreaming spires
Just car horns and screaming tyres
If home is where the heart is, mine's a mess
Alleyways with lights that flicker
Drains that overflow with litter
Be good and don't you light that cigarette

This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock

Ninety quid from here to Woking?
I'm sorry mate you've got to be joking
I've had a few but there's no way I'm paying that
I bet you don't have trouble sleeping
Knowing my account's depleting
Up your arse, you self-important twat

This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock

Cigarettes are cheap in Paris
You ask in French and feel embarrassed
But get a smile because you tried
England's full of fucking Garys
Shut-out dads enslaved by marriage
They're worked-up so they take it out on you

This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock
This song's called culture shock