Beer and a Burger

There's a big group of lads at the bar

They've got Ralph Lauren shirts on and gel in their hair

The fruit machine's rigged so it never gives out

A pint of John Smith's is less than a pound

And it's beer and a burger for dinner again

But all of the pubs on the high street are the same

With laminated menus and terrible music

Really bright lights and some puke in the toilets

Another nameless, faceless town

Another Friday night

Let's hope some of these lads get laid before they start getting into fights

It's all good though, it's all gravy

This is middle England baby

And the roundabouts circle the towns

The carpet got swept and the factory closed down

And no-one remembers the town they once knew

And all arrows point to the next Wetherspoons

Where we drink away our sorrows

With smiles on our faces

I know this 'cause I've been there, I'm a fan of getting wasted

Makes me feel good, drives me crazy

This is middle England baby

Makes me feel good, drives me crazy

This is middle England baby