Saturday morning in Southall Broadway
So many glories in store
Saucepans and saris and scented candles
Hoovers and holdalls with dented handles
Bangles and bhangra and more
What else are Saturdays for?
What else are Saturdays for?
Saturday morning in Southall’s bazi
er and glitter and noise
Colour and clutter and clothes and clatter
Chillies, gepaties and chips and chatter
Girls who like dressing like boys
Just some of Saturday’s joys
Just some of Saturday’s joys
Home free in UB2
Here’s where the world comes to sell
Orange Jalepies or pink shampoo
We’ve got the answer for all of you
Searching for bargains, both old and new
Bring cash
And a fine-tooth comb
Find a treasure for every home
In UB2
In UB2
And it’s a little bit of Punjab
Hey!
A little bit UK
Brruh!
A little splash of saffron
On a backdrop of grey
‘Cause the skies are like lead
From September to May
Chez nous, chez nous
In UB2
Saturday morning in Southall market
Wishing this World wasn’t mine
Dreaming for somewhere where being other
Doesn’t incur the wrath of your mother
Somewhere where people don’t mind
When we stay out after nine
When we stay out after nine
Homegrown in UB2 (in UB2)
Welcome to teenager hell
This is the world with the worst taboo
Is to possess your own point of view
And all of the stuff they won’t let you do
Could fill the millennium dome
It’s a wonder we still come home!
To UB2--
Too little discipline in UB2
Too little privacy in UB2
Too many layabouts
Too many relatives
Too little sunshine, and
Too many foreigners--
Well it’s true!
Home brew for UB2 (for UB2)
Here’s to the people who dwell
Deep in the heart of the open zoo
Home to the fortunate not so few
Though it’s not or or
Or Paris or Villa or
Kampala or Delhi or Rio or Rome
It’s Home, we’re at home
She’s at Home
He’s at Home
We’re at Home
And UB2
In UB2