I needed some peace, somewhere to stand still,
Through the Cotswold hills down to Portland Bill,
And to charge up my batteries for next weekend,
Where I'd be cruising through Cardiff and ending up in Southend.
So don't go stopping and putting down roots
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
E -(MUTED/MUFFLED)
A man is bored of life if he's bored of these islands,
All creation is here from Hythe to the Highlands.
The Black Country witnessed my basest predations
And the road up to Hull is paved with wicked intentions.
So don't go stopping and putting down roots
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
BREAK: (PLAY RIFF OVER THESE WORDS)
Roaming the home counties, where the parties are free,
Circling London like dirt round a storm drain and
Somewhere near Holborn's the heart of the beast.
Don't go stopping and putting down roots
Or your shoes won't fit in your travelling boots.
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go,
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.
Sweet Albion around me, everywhere I go,
Sweet Albion surround me, you're everything I know.