[Verse 1]
I come from a nation of shopkeepers
Window cleaners, turf accountants and book keepers
I run through the station where the road sweepers
Clean the debris, sweep the tickets near the rail sleepers
[Chorus 1]
And as usual I m running late
But it can wait
It s not important anyhow
As usual it s not that great
Just seeing a mate
In a pub across town
[Verse 2]
I come from a nation of shopkeepers
Car mechanics, plumbers mates and inn keepers
I run down the tow path past the lock keepers
In my pinstripe, my dickie bow and my brothel creepers
[Chorus 2]
And you can laugh at my hair
The clothes I wear
No they re not all the rage
But I m not the global type
Don t wanna act
Upon the world stage
[Verse 3]
I come from a nation of shopkeepers
Washer women, hod carriers and wicket keepers
I run through the morning past the road sweepers
With my flat cap, my plus 4 s to my Mini Cooper
[Chorus 3]
And you can t expect me to put up a fight
No, I m just sitting still
My eyes are all over you
But my hand remains in the till