verse 1
I'm a man from Brummagem town
And a Brummie won't stay down
I've worked from dawn, to the sun next morn
I put the bullring there
I built Victoria square
I saw the nobs give tips with bobs
And I thought I'd get my share
Well, you might say I'm nouveau
Not fit to mix with gentry
But if you make a show
It's money gains you entry
I've got my country home
My carriages and horses
I might be nouveau, but I'm riche
Playing the market forces
verse 2
A pawn and a boss's tool
So, I cast my mind and what did I find?
Give odds of six to four
Ten to one the draw
They'll bet all day, they'll always pay
And then come back for more
Well, you might say I'm nouveau
Not fit to mix with gentry
But if you make a show
It's money gains you entry
I've got my country home
My carriages and horses
I might be nouveau, but I'm riche
Playing the market forces
verse 3
So, I take it all I can
The chapel gate, the silver plate
And my son will have it all
The pub, the lodge, the hall
He's an empire lad just like his dad
And he's heard his country's call
Well, they might say he's nouveau
Not fit to mix with gentry
But I gave him such a show
My money bought him entry
He's got the best there is
In uniforms and horses
He might be nouveau, but he's riche
And an officer in the forces
verse 4
He'll serve his country fine
The Kaiser dreams of war it seems
Oh, war would bring us hell
But jobs of work as well
Be it gun or blade, it's Brummie made
And we live by what we sell
Be it gun or blade, it's Brummie made
And we live by what we sell
He's smart, that lad of mine
He'll keep out of the line