“Riding through the city on my bike all day, ‘cause the filth took away my license.
It doesn't get me down and I feel OK, ‘cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless.
Everything seems to look as it should, but I wonder what goes on behind doors.
A fella looking dapper, but he's sitting with a slapper, then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore.
You might laugh you might frown, walkin' round London town.
Sun is in the sky oh why, oh why, would I wanna be anywhere else?”
Full disclosure: if I lived in The UK or Ireland, there is strong possibility that I would not be able to endure anything that Lily Allen does, including her music.