Hello, Ruth Streeting

Here once again with "Streeting's Street"

Where you get the word straight from the street

This is the show that dishes the dirt on the dirt

Strictly no rock star bullshit on my show I don't review pop anymore

I talk about anything I like or anything I hate

Talking of which, remember

That clapped-out 60's hell-raiser Ray High?

Rumor has it the sad old lush can't do it anymore

I mean, make records I'm an English boy, I was brought up right

Hold me down and I will bite

I know no fear, I serve with joy

I'm proud to be here an English boy I feel like a stray dog

Blurred like a movie

You say you've come to arrest me

But you're just trying to test me I'm bored with your prejudice

Spreading like a fever

Your promises to train me

Are just attempts to restrain me I'm an English boy, precisely made

You can pin me down, I am not afraid

I show no fear, I will serve with joy

I'm proud to be here, an English boy Use me like a headline

Cut pieces to pieces

I'm black on the tube line

Red on the touch-line Freezing up the future

Stopping every stopwatch

You say we're moving like an oil slick

Thicker than a house brick I'm an English boy, I was brought up right

If you raise your dress then I will bite

My voice is clear, I got perfect poise

Good to be down here with other English boys And I don't know where I am now

Or where I'm gonna go

I just keep going 'round and 'round on the circle line

Like some demented kind a commuta

Trying to avoid paying for my ticket I'm a lost soul

I read about myself in the newspapers

I'm a pig, I'm a thug

I've got nowhere to go but down I hear his manager, Rastus Knight

Is pulling what's left of his hair out

The only thing Ray's writing these days

Are large checks to his booze merchants He's a serious recluse now

Hasn't seen daylight or another woman

Since his old lady walked out two years ago.

Poor little sausage, brooding in that

Twenty-two room glass mansion

Life's a bitch and so am I Feel like I'm kicking at a dead man

Kicking in the chorus

I'm broken by hatred

While politicians just ignore us You never gave me any value

You didn't give me any reason

There's no tools and no toys

For any English boys I'm an English boy, I was brought up right

Hold me down and I will bite

I know no fear, I will serve with joy

I'm proud to be here, an English boy, yeah I'm an English boy, yeah

I'm an English boy

I'm an English boy

No tools, no toys for any English boy

English boy, English boy