I've got a flaming motorcomber and a mobile phoneWas raised by the radio in a broken homeI've got a broken smile, an arrogant lieI'm really no one special but I'm in my primeI've got a hard-bodied girlfriendI've got a wallet full of cashYou can bury my bodyI'm just North London trash, trashI've got a flaming motorcomber and I'll do it aloneI grew up with a TV in a broken homeI've got matches the day, black converseI'm really no one special but I've seen you do much worseI've got a hard-bodied girlfriendShe helps me spend my cashThen we roll on my floor barsLike New York, North London trashIf you don't unblock this roadLife a little blowI've seen * like you can't goI'm North London trashI'm North London trashTrashYeah, yeah, yeahTrashTrashTrashTrashTrashI've got pandemonium in my bloodI'm a fever pitchI could marry her for the moneyBut she's known to be a dragOn my collateralIn my arrogant streakI'm really no one special but I'm here on my primeI pick my hard-bodied girlfriendShe makes the cameras flashYou can pick up fishOur bodies, but you can't kill North London trashAnd you ain't bad looking, son, she just ain't looking for youYou ain't bad looking, son, she just ain't looking for youYou're shown a lot of fight, yeah, but this ain't your nightOr even your year, you ain't bad looking nowWatch where you're looking nowIs anybody looking now?Oh, trash*