Nation Of Shopkeepers

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 it can 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