Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mulberry Harbour, artist - Martin Newell. Date of issue: 09.09.2007
Song language: English
Mulberry Harbour |
| This popular town |
| Just a few thousand down |
| If you’ve got the tin |
| Have tolerance, please |
| It’s the English disease |
| Not the seventh sin |
| They can’t resist somehow |
| To say how much their house worth now |
| Just look how far they’ve come |
| Jumping the gun |
| A place in the sun |
| And you know |
| They’ve all moved out to Mulberry Harbour |
| They’ve shut down the baker and the barber |
| They don’t want the fishermen or farmers |
| There ain’t no launderamas |
| They never wear pajamas in bed |
| How cultured they are |
| In a big silver car |
| In the morning blue |
| Then after the gym |
| With a Pinot for him |
| ANd the same for her |
| And though they do not stint |
| To make a smaller carbon footprint |
| Just look how well they’ve done |
| Jumping the gun |
| Futures begun |
| Now they say |
| They’ve all moved out to Mulberry Harbour |
| They look good in Timberlands and Barbour |
| They don’t want the fisherman or farmers |
| Or any rama-lama |
| It mentions with the karma, their head |