I want the high life
Upon the high street
Just like Paris
If Paris is made of concrete
I want free parking
My water sparkling
And if it’s nice outside
We’ll sit between
The café scaffolding

The parish love me!
Fashioned locally
I'm the star of the Blockbuster Melancholy
I want it cashless
I want it trendy
But I also want a Costa
And a massive Aldi

I work part time
And I don’t know why
I want a big big house
To keep my tat inside
So lock up your hoarders
Bored of coughing up the signs
Of taking orders from abroad
But their pleasures online

Well well well!
My pockets must have holes
‘'Cause I don’t know where it all goes
We go out shopping!
I want the best I can afford
I want it all and I want it more
We go out shopping!
Ha!!

(D’ya want a sample?)
I’ll have a gamble!
(D’ya want a trial?)
I’ll try it all!
If it’s the strip, arcade or precinct, instinct takes me to the mall
(Convert to God?)
I’ll have a go
(Do we have your vote?)
I’ve Joseph’s coat!
I’ll wear my heart upon my sleeve
And party badges on my tote!
I fancy something fancy
I don’t care what it costs
That’s why I buy primark Armani
‘'Cause Posh don’t come out in the wash
Look at the state of the art
A perfect view of the past
Put your face up to the glass
Watch it dying on its arse

Well well well!
My pockets must have holes
‘'Cause I don’t know where it all goes
We go out shopping!
I want the best I can afford
I want it all and I want it more
We go out shopping!

Just take the money and run
Everyone but me seems to know what I need
Oh Lord!!

Well well well!
My pockets must have holes
‘'Cause I don’t know where it all goes
We go out shopping!
I want the best I can afford
I want it all and I want it more
We go out shopping!
Everyone but me seems to know what I need!
Can’t I just get these?
Oh can’t I just get
These