*Trumpet solo* 


           D            A           G 
There's a big group of lads at the bar 

              D            A            G 
They've got Ralph Lauren shirts on and gel in their hair 

      D               A           G          A 
The fruit machines rigged so it never gives out 

   D             A          G           A 
A pint of John Smith's is less than a pound 

          D           A          G     A 
And it's beer and a burger for dinner again 

      D          A           G                A 
With all of the pubs on the high street the same 

        D        A          G       A 
With laminated menus and terrible music  

    D            A              G           A 
Really bright lights and some puke in the toilets 


   G 
Another nameless, faceless town 

   D             G 
Another Friday night 

       G 
Let's hope that some of these lads get laid 

   A 
Before they start getting into fights 


           G                     A 
It's all good though, it's all gravy 

           G      A     D 
This is Middle England baby 



*Trumpet solo* 


             D         A         G 
And the roundabouts circle the towns 

       D         A              G            A 
The carpet got swept and the factory closed down 

  D       A           G              A 
No-one remembers the town they once knew 

      D           A           G            A 
And all arrows point to the next Wetherspoons 


           D              A            G            A 
Where we drink away our sorrows with smiles on our faces 

    D                   A                 G               A 
I know this cause I've been there, I'm a fan of getting wasted 


          G                     A  
Makes me feel good, drives me crazy 

           G       A     D 
This is Middle England baby 


*Trumpet solo* 


          G                     A  
Makes me feel good, drives me crazy 

           G       A     D 
This is Middle England baby