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*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