Like a fleck of paint I'm travelling a thousand miles an hour
Mostly, I think I know my place
Well, it's ten doors down and then it's three flights up on a run-down street
In a place I no longer recognise to escape
But if lottery tickets are won in Barnes
They're used in Twickenham for wrapping coke
I wanna be your status symbol, wanna be your 3310
If there's lagers at your feet
If you're blackcurrant, what does that make me?
Cider, you say it's because I'm sweet
Like a bet I make, you're gambling
Baby, I'm not a sure bet
Mostly, they think I'm a disgrace
'Cause the people won't stop when they can't keep up
So they keep running their mouths again
Looking at you like you're in their own personal space
But when lottery tickets are lost in Barnes
They're used in Twickenham for wrapping up coke
Wanna be your status symbol, wanna be your 3310
People 'round here, man, they ain't no joke
They keep running their mouths again
Wanna be your status symbol, wanna be your 3310
Well, if there's lagers at your feet
If you're blackcurrant, what does that make me?
Cider, you say it's because I'm sweet (Snakebites illegal now)
Wanna be your status symbol, wish I was 33 again
Taking back this park from joggers
I wanna be your dirty weekend
Taking back this park from joggers
I wanna be 33 again
Well, if there's lagers at your feet
If you're blackcurrant, what does that make me?
Cider, you say it's because I'm sweet (Snakebites illegal now)
Well, if there's lagers at your feet
If you're blackcurrant, what does that make me?
Cider, you say it's because I'm sweet (Snakebites illegal now)
Wanna be your status symbol, wish I was 33 again
