I know the broad walk and the square   And the bus you catch to take you there   I know the faces that will be there   I can drink the cheapest wine   I can walk the longest hours   But life here got way too brown      It took a bad year to point out   Something long ago I should've worked out      Don't want to be a big fish in a little pond anymore      I was taken by surprise    By the wrong sort of eyes   That led me where I have no right to be   Don't want to look the fool    But I'm Ikeaed wall-to-wall   What I've got here just isn't me      I've got some wheels to get around   I'm the fucking king of Harlow town      Don't want to be a big fish in a little pond anymore      There's too many words that get me down   Too few streets for words to get around   And opposite my flat I see a playground   A little fat kid on a broken roundabout      Don't want to be a big fish in a little pond anymore