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I came down from Newcastle town

To the part of the south coast that I love the most

I was stretched out tight after a couple of nights

Going crazy in Glasgow

I think you all know how that goes

I needed some peace, somewhere to stand still

Through the Cotswold hills down to Portland Bill

And to charge up my batteries for next weekend

Where I’d be cruising through Cardiff and ending up in Southend

So don’t go stopping and putting down roots

Or your shoes won’t fit in your travelling boots

I met a guy from Cornwall who’d never left the county

I told him about the big smoke

I don’t think he believed me

I told him about the scene along the south coast to Kent

Across the estuary to East Anglia, and then I think he knew what I meant

A man is bored of life if he’s bored of these islands

All creation is here from Hythe to the Highlands

The Black Country witnessed my basest predations

And the road up to Hull is paved with wicked intentions

So don’t go stopping and putting down roots

Or your shoes won’t fit in your travelling boots

All across the hills and valleys

From the A roads to the seas

The suburbs lead up to the cities

And that’s where you’ll find me

Go mad in Manchester

Wind down in Winchester

Roaming the home counties where the parties are free

Circling London like dirt round a storm drain and

Somewhere near Holborn’s the heart of the beast

Don’t go stopping and putting down roots

Or your shoes won’t fit in your travelling boots

Sweet Albion around me

Everywhere I go

Sweet Albion surround me

You’re everything I know

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