"ESSEX LAND" lyrics
Welcome to Essex land
There's lots of cash-in-hand
And this is just one man's story
So here it goes
Spending dole at the bookie shop
Done the lot
Now it's back to noodle pots
Who's the boss of profit loss?
Out the front, St George's cross
On his land
Contraband
Fell off the back of a Luton van
It's all backhand and brickie tans
I don't expect you to understand
If you're not from Essex land
He's an Essex man in an Essex land
He goes to work where he earns his grand
And he makes it last all week
Bills to pay and mouths to feed
Life is just such fun in Essex land
(We always slum it right)
Saving for a Turkey trip
To bring my hairline back a bit
Cheaper if I go away
Get my teeth done in a day
Lower than the asking price
Cheap cologne and furry dice
Do it all to fit in nice
Some do it just to entice
In Essex land
Not me though
He's an Essex man in an Essex land
He goes to work where he earns his grand
And he makes it last all week
Bills to pay and mouths to feed
Life is just such fun in Essex land (We always slum it right)
Oh (In Essexland)
He walks the tight rope (In Essex land)
He never drives slow (In Essex land)
They call him John Doe (In Essex land)
He gets what he wants so cheap it's almost free
In Essex land
(We always slum it right)
Double Dutch
Dip the clutch
Goodbye thank you very much
Can you tell
Here from hell?
I can, different personnel
Beginner's luck
Tummy tuck
Corner shops, they've all been shut
Au revoir, so long, and farewell
Another thing that's been and gone
In Essex land
(Ha ha ha ha ha huh ho!)
Spend the night at the bar
Pub was full from my memoir
Standing at the fruit machines
Bloke behind me looking mean
Fancy that, gonna leave
Beer is soaking up my sleeve
Seen some things you won't believe
So it's back to where I'm out of sight
But where?
I'll tell you where
In fuckin' Essex land
He's an Essex man in an Essex land
He goes to work where he earns his grand
And he makes it last all week
Bills to pay and mouths to feed
Life is just such fun in Essex land (We always slum it right)
Oh (In Essex land)
He walks the tight rope (In Essex land)
He never drives slow (In Essex land)
They call him John Doe (In Essex land)
He gets what he wants so cheap it's almost free
In Essex land
(We always slum it right)
Well, goodbye for now
Until next time
There's lots of cash-in-hand
And this is just one man's story
So here it goes
Spending dole at the bookie shop
Done the lot
Now it's back to noodle pots
Who's the boss of profit loss?
Out the front, St George's cross
On his land
Contraband
Fell off the back of a Luton van
It's all backhand and brickie tans
I don't expect you to understand
If you're not from Essex land
He's an Essex man in an Essex land
He goes to work where he earns his grand
And he makes it last all week
Bills to pay and mouths to feed
Life is just such fun in Essex land
(We always slum it right)
Saving for a Turkey trip
To bring my hairline back a bit
Cheaper if I go away
Get my teeth done in a day
Lower than the asking price
Cheap cologne and furry dice
Do it all to fit in nice
Some do it just to entice
In Essex land
Not me though
He's an Essex man in an Essex land
He goes to work where he earns his grand
And he makes it last all week
Bills to pay and mouths to feed
Life is just such fun in Essex land (We always slum it right)
Oh (In Essexland)
He walks the tight rope (In Essex land)
He never drives slow (In Essex land)
They call him John Doe (In Essex land)
He gets what he wants so cheap it's almost free
In Essex land
(We always slum it right)
Double Dutch
Dip the clutch
Goodbye thank you very much
Can you tell
Here from hell?
I can, different personnel
Beginner's luck
Tummy tuck
Corner shops, they've all been shut
Au revoir, so long, and farewell
Another thing that's been and gone
In Essex land
(Ha ha ha ha ha huh ho!)
Spend the night at the bar
Pub was full from my memoir
Standing at the fruit machines
Bloke behind me looking mean
Fancy that, gonna leave
Beer is soaking up my sleeve
Seen some things you won't believe
So it's back to where I'm out of sight
But where?
I'll tell you where
In fuckin' Essex land
He's an Essex man in an Essex land
He goes to work where he earns his grand
And he makes it last all week
Bills to pay and mouths to feed
Life is just such fun in Essex land (We always slum it right)
Oh (In Essex land)
He walks the tight rope (In Essex land)
He never drives slow (In Essex land)
They call him John Doe (In Essex land)
He gets what he wants so cheap it's almost free
In Essex land
(We always slum it right)
Well, goodbye for now
Until next time
Writer(s): Jordan Cardy
