If those feet in ancient timeWrote that song in 1995Set the scene, clouded hillsMountains, green weather or making pillsWho gave you Shakespeare? Who gave you Lennon?We gave you Gazza, twisted your melonsGod save the queen with a pint of lagerI've been around, there's nowhere I'd rather beRule, Britannia, 'tannia rules the raveWe've been doin' it since way back in the dayAyia Napa and Ibiza ain't the same thingSo what you're sayin'? There's no place like homeMove your feet, touch that crownDig your heels into the groundWind your waist, drop down lowCan't replace, cause there's no bass like homeBass like home, bass like homeBass like home, there's no bass like homeBass like home, bass like homeBass like homeWish I'd have been there, I saw the stationsAnd 25 pipes, secret locationsFree the embargo, it sounded massiveDressed in Moschinos, my Reebok classic dreamsMove your feet, touch that crownDig your heels into the groundWind your waist, drop down lowCan't replace, cause there's no bass like home
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