Welcome to the city, my suburban queen

Did you find it so exciting, the sub-proletarian scene

Did you watch the dreamers dreaming, staring into thin air

Always climbing ladders that should not be there?

It's down to you

So don't blame me

It's the age-old story

And it probably was the plan

A suburban queen

And a workin' man

I'm as nutty as a fruit cake, and you're as mad as hell

All my mates are thieving bastards, yours wear Chanel

We moved into a flat near King's Cross, and we had the time of our lives

But every good party comes to an end sometime

It's down to you

So don't blame me

It's the age-old story

And it probably was the plan

A suburban queen

And a workin' man

Did you thrive upon our poverty, have orgasms over our desperation?

And all the time you had a ticket back to that old suburban station

Where you watch the dreamers dreaming, staring into thin air

Always climbing ladders that should not be there

It's down to you

So don't blame me

It's the age-old story

And it probably was the plan

A suburban queen

And a workin' man

It's the age-old story

And it probably was the plan

A suburban queen

And a workin' man

It's the age-old story

And it probably was the plan

A suburban queen

And a workin' man