Nation of Shopkeepers Lyrics

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

And as usual I'm running late
But I can't wait
It's not important anyhow
As usual it's not that great
Just seeing a mate

In a pub across town

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

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

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

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