It Ain’t Yours Anymore
🎵 1988 characters
⏱️ 4:17 duration
🆔 ID: 14157172
📜 Lyrics
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Would you call Epsom races with hordes of white faces
Racist or Chevy or worse?
And who calls a member of Parliament caught
By Hempstead Heath police perverse
Would you call Royal Ascot a meat market
Like you do the places we go?
'Cause Henley Regatta, it don't really matter
The yacht you got, but who you know?
It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
A boat race but much, much more
Try turning up at Putney Bridge
And soon you'll get to know the score
You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
But your feet won't touch the floor
You sing, "This city's yours or I"
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
You call the folk beneath plastic, fake, or cheap
Apart from particular class
Their vocal cords ruined by yelling, whose streets?
But happy kissing honorable ass
Whenever we go clubbing in a short dress
You're the first to label and think
Why do fools fall outta cabs
And who let the lower class drink?
It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
A boat race but much, much more
Try turning up at Putney Bridge
And soon you'll get to know the score
You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
But your feet won't touch the floor
You sing, "This city's yours or I"
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
I've seen West Ham and Orient, seen Millwall, QPR
Sing, "This city's ours", as they are fuck-munched at the bar
You sing, "This city's yours", never will be, never was
And any claim you have to it ain't serious, because
City's only yours to claim when your daughter's crossing street
And neither roving eyes or predator nor whistle does she meet
It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
A boat race but much, much more
Try turning up at Putney Bridge
And soon you'll get to know the score
You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
But your feet won't touch the floor
You sing, "This city's yours or I"
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Would you call Epsom races with hordes of white faces
Racist or Chevy or worse?
And who calls a member of Parliament caught
By Hempstead Heath police perverse
Would you call Royal Ascot a meat market
Like you do the places we go?
'Cause Henley Regatta, it don't really matter
The yacht you got, but who you know?
It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
A boat race but much, much more
Try turning up at Putney Bridge
And soon you'll get to know the score
You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
But your feet won't touch the floor
You sing, "This city's yours or I"
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
You call the folk beneath plastic, fake, or cheap
Apart from particular class
Their vocal cords ruined by yelling, whose streets?
But happy kissing honorable ass
Whenever we go clubbing in a short dress
You're the first to label and think
Why do fools fall outta cabs
And who let the lower class drink?
It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
A boat race but much, much more
Try turning up at Putney Bridge
And soon you'll get to know the score
You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
But your feet won't touch the floor
You sing, "This city's yours or I"
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
I've seen West Ham and Orient, seen Millwall, QPR
Sing, "This city's ours", as they are fuck-munched at the bar
You sing, "This city's yours", never will be, never was
And any claim you have to it ain't serious, because
City's only yours to claim when your daughter's crossing street
And neither roving eyes or predator nor whistle does she meet
It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
A boat race but much, much more
Try turning up at Putney Bridge
And soon you'll get to know the score
You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
But your feet won't touch the floor
You sing, "This city's yours or I"
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
Afraid it ain't yours anymore
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.41] Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
[00:16.68] Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
[00:24.37] Would you call Epsom races with hordes of white faces
[00:28.59] Racist or Chevy or worse?
[00:32.41] And who calls a member of Parliament caught
[00:36.40] By Hempstead Heath police perverse
[00:40.32] Would you call Royal Ascot a meat market
[00:44.59] Like you do the places we go?
[00:48.76] 'Cause Henley Regatta, it don't really matter
[00:52.72] The yacht you got, but who you know?
[00:55.43] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
[01:00.75] A boat race but much, much more
[01:04.90] Try turning up at Putney Bridge
[01:08.91] And soon you'll get to know the score
[01:12.35] You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
[01:16.81] But your feet won't touch the floor
[01:21.34] You sing, "This city's yours or I"
[01:25.32] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[01:29.57] Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
[01:37.71] Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
[01:45.63] You call the folk beneath plastic, fake, or cheap
[01:49.82] Apart from particular class
[01:53.83] Their vocal cords ruined by yelling, whose streets?
[01:57.71] But happy kissing honorable ass
[02:02.14] Whenever we go clubbing in a short dress
[02:05.78] You're the first to label and think
[02:10.30] Why do fools fall outta cabs
[02:14.08] And who let the lower class drink?
[02:17.08] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
[02:22.45] A boat race but much, much more
[02:26.54] Try turning up at Putney Bridge
[02:30.29] And soon you'll get to know the score
[02:33.74] You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
[02:38.21] But your feet won't touch the floor
[02:42.79] You sing, "This city's yours or I"
[02:46.75] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[02:54.82] I've seen West Ham and Orient, seen Millwall, QPR
[02:59.02] Sing, "This city's ours", as they are fuck-munched at the bar
[03:03.04] You sing, "This city's yours", never will be, never was
[03:07.08] And any claim you have to it ain't serious, because
[03:11.24] City's only yours to claim when your daughter's crossing street
[03:14.58] And neither roving eyes or predator nor whistle does she meet
[03:21.94] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
[03:26.94] A boat race but much, much more
[03:31.49] Try turning up at Putney Bridge
[03:35.29] And soon you'll get to know the score
[03:38.85] You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
[03:43.34] But your feet won't touch the floor
[03:47.81] You sing, "This city's yours or I"
[03:51.73] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[03:55.76] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[03:59.95] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[04:07.95]
[00:16.68] Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
[00:24.37] Would you call Epsom races with hordes of white faces
[00:28.59] Racist or Chevy or worse?
[00:32.41] And who calls a member of Parliament caught
[00:36.40] By Hempstead Heath police perverse
[00:40.32] Would you call Royal Ascot a meat market
[00:44.59] Like you do the places we go?
[00:48.76] 'Cause Henley Regatta, it don't really matter
[00:52.72] The yacht you got, but who you know?
[00:55.43] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
[01:00.75] A boat race but much, much more
[01:04.90] Try turning up at Putney Bridge
[01:08.91] And soon you'll get to know the score
[01:12.35] You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
[01:16.81] But your feet won't touch the floor
[01:21.34] You sing, "This city's yours or I"
[01:25.32] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[01:29.57] Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
[01:37.71] Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
[01:45.63] You call the folk beneath plastic, fake, or cheap
[01:49.82] Apart from particular class
[01:53.83] Their vocal cords ruined by yelling, whose streets?
[01:57.71] But happy kissing honorable ass
[02:02.14] Whenever we go clubbing in a short dress
[02:05.78] You're the first to label and think
[02:10.30] Why do fools fall outta cabs
[02:14.08] And who let the lower class drink?
[02:17.08] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
[02:22.45] A boat race but much, much more
[02:26.54] Try turning up at Putney Bridge
[02:30.29] And soon you'll get to know the score
[02:33.74] You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
[02:38.21] But your feet won't touch the floor
[02:42.79] You sing, "This city's yours or I"
[02:46.75] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[02:54.82] I've seen West Ham and Orient, seen Millwall, QPR
[02:59.02] Sing, "This city's ours", as they are fuck-munched at the bar
[03:03.04] You sing, "This city's yours", never will be, never was
[03:07.08] And any claim you have to it ain't serious, because
[03:11.24] City's only yours to claim when your daughter's crossing street
[03:14.58] And neither roving eyes or predator nor whistle does she meet
[03:21.94] It's always Oxford versus Cambridge
[03:26.94] A boat race but much, much more
[03:31.49] Try turning up at Putney Bridge
[03:35.29] And soon you'll get to know the score
[03:38.85] You're Chelsea, you're Palace, you're Fulham
[03:43.34] But your feet won't touch the floor
[03:47.81] You sing, "This city's yours or I"
[03:51.73] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[03:55.76] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[03:59.95] Afraid it ain't yours anymore
[04:07.95]