T-shirt Weather in the Manor
69 Manor Road, Sunday morning
Dorothy be up but Jennifer be yawning
Rachel a get her hair braided, I spoil it
One side be looking like Don King, don't it?
Ribs in the oven, catch a whiff
Heartless Crew on Mission, catch a crisp biscuit, whoa
Ice cream van, yeah, chase it down
Screwball, 99 Flake et al
Newham Leisure Centre where the girls at
Hair gelled down to her face where the curls at
Money on the table, frustration, get mummy's purse out
Forward some summers, I'm racing the latest Merc out, it worked out
'Cept Everton's not top, but we don't talk about it
Lee and Karys don't speak, and things ain't cool with Avril
But amongst all the bullshit, it's love though
You've gotta love London in the sun, bro, ya dun know
That's what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
The Gs come out when the sun goes in
There something 'bout T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
Barbecue all day, you're in the garden
Breezer and Alizé, get the party started
Gyaldem be loving my TNs, jeez
Back it up and whine pon mi den, peak
DJ got the Tina Moore and MJ Cole
The olders asking for some Dennis Brown but then you got
That one elder that wants to be young
Dancing on the floor to hype funk
The mood switches when the sun goes in
And birthday boy's mum goes in
Rudeboys pull up in the Bimmer, yes
What's that smell? That ain't cigarette
Neighbours'll complain to get the party locked off
Just to rain on our parade, but then a younger sprays
CS gas, everybody run, bro
You've gotta love the city in the sun, bro, ya dun know
That's what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
The Gs come out when the sun goes in
There something 'bout T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend