Paroles Bass Like Home (Live) par Lily Allen

If those feet in ancient time
Wrote that song in 1995
Set the scene, clouded hills
Mountains green, where they're all neckin' pills
Who gave you Shakespeare? Who gave you Lennon?
Who gave you Gazza, twisted your melons?
God save the queen with a pint of lager
I've been around, there's nowhere I'd rather be

Rule, Britannia, Britannia rules the rave
We've been doin' it since way back in the day
Ayia Napa and Ibiza ain't the same thing
So what you sayin'? There's no ba** like home

Move your feet, touch that crown
Dig your heels into the ground
Wind your waist, drop down low
Can't replace us, there's no ba** like home

Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home
Wish I'd have been there, at service stations
M25 vibes, secret locations
Free the embargo, that sounded ma**ive
Dressed in Moschinos, my Reebok cla**ic dreams

Rule, Britannia, Britannia rules the rave
We've been doin' it since way back in the day
Ayia Napa and Ibiza ain't the same thing
So what you sayin'? There's no ba** like home

Move your feet, touch that crown
Dig your heels into the ground
Wind your waist, drop down low
Can't replace us, there's no ba** like home

Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home

Right, come on you lot, you gonna rave for us or what?
We put up enough balloons for you to get funky with?
Move your feet, touch that crown
Dig your heels into the ground
Wind your waist, drop down low
Can't replace us, there's no ba**
Move your feet, touch that crown
Dig your heels into the ground
Wind your waist, drop down low
Can't replace us, there's no ba** like home

Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home, ba** like home
Ba** like home