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Andrew Sanders - Romas Lyrics

She sits in purple jogging bottoms
The other kids, didn’t want em
She’s got blim burns, jet black curls
It’s safe to say she’s one of the girls

The girls and boys of the poet’s corner
New-Plasnewyddian fauna
Keep each other near, hold their families dear
Life is tough when you’re not from round by yur

But why do we play in different parks?
Why do the police focus on certain streets?
It’s in the smashed out windows and tougher concrete
We only swing to certain beats
It’s a patch of ground, we don’t hang around
And those who reside got pushed to the side
It’s for the Czechs
This one’s for the Romas and the Czechs
They don’t no respect
This one’s for the Romas and the Czechs
Now everybody’s calling for their heads
They don’t like your Burberry threads

“Someone went through my bins again
They want what I’ve got so we can’t be friends
Tearing up City Road in your Mercedez Benz
They must be living a life here at my expense
What pretence
Let’s keep them the other side of the fence!”
So why do we play in different parks?
Why do the police focus on certain streets?
It’s in the smashed out windows and tougher concrete
Yeah, we only swing to certain beats
It’s a patch of ground, we don’t hang around
And those who reside got pushed to the side
It’s for the Czechs
This one’s for the Romas and the Czechs
They don’t no respect
This one’s for the Romas and the Czechs
Now everybody’s calling for their heads
They don’t like your Burberry threads