On our trip to England I noticed something obscene   People still actually give a shit about the Queen   Though London girls aren't snobs at all   And Brighton's lovely in the fall   Left alone to drive ourselves on the opposite side   Man, it was a miracle that nobody died   Hanging out with Steven, Drew, Theo, Paul, and Sorrel, too   Eating at Welcome Breaks daily   We danced in Leeds with Brit Pop Haley      Performing with the Apples   And then crashing at the Wrights   Bitching because Steven booked us   On such early flights   Always in a foggy haze   Because we hadn't slept for days   Every single one of our London cabbies played    The most truly repellent techno music ever made    But they'll drop you without hesitation    If you try changing the station      Up to our necks in crisps and litter   In the van we dubbed the Gary Glitter