British Boys lyrics

British boys smell like cider and chip shops
They make me hungry like a wolf in Hell
British Boys

Fist
About as deep as tattoos on your skin

I'm poor as sin, he was a prince
But we only got together in the casual sense

Ahem, 'scuse me, darling
Listen up!

You like the album tracks, but hate the hits

I'll bring him a pack of all my cigarettes