*Trumpet solo*
D A G
There's a big group of lads at the bar
D A G
They've got Ralph Lauren shirts on and gel in their hair
D A G A
The fruit machines rigged so it never gives out
D A G A
A pint of John Smith's is less than a pound
D A G A
And it's beer and a burger for dinner again
D A G A
With all of the pubs on the high street the same
D A G A
With laminated menus and terrible music
D A G A
Really bright lights and some puke in the toilets
G
Another nameless, faceless town
D G
Another Friday night
G
Let's hope that some of these lads get laid
A
Before they start getting into fights
G A
It's all good though, it's all gravy
G A D
This is Middle England baby
*Trumpet solo*
D A G
And the roundabouts circle the towns
D A G A
The carpet got swept and the factory closed down
D A G A
No-one remembers the town they once knew
D A G A
And all arrows point to the next Wetherspoons
D A G A
Where we drink away our sorrows with smiles on our faces
D A G A
I know this cause I've been there, I'm a fan of getting wasted
G A
Makes me feel good, drives me crazy
G A D
This is Middle England baby
*Trumpet solo*
G A
Makes me feel good, drives me crazy
G A D
This is Middle England baby