When I were a lad

Back when I were a lad,

It weren't like it is today.

We used to be more friendly, like,

We all knew our neighbours.

I blame all the immigrants,

Coming over here, taking our stuff...

 

What stuff?

Why, back when I were a lad

There weren't no bloody immigrants

No, not like today

I knew my neighbours,

Knew 'em all by name, like.

 

Coming over here, taking our jobs, like

They haven't got jobs of their own? Stuff

'em I say. Mrs Jones, my neighbour,

Who I've known since I were a lad,

Says some of 'em swore at her today.

Too many bloody immigrants.

 

I can't stand these bloody immigrants,

Coming over here, and taking our houses, like

They've got a right to 'em. Free stuff.

That's all they are 'ere for... when I were a lad

We didn't have foreign bloody neighbours.

 

I don't want 'em as my neighbours

Have you seen these bloody immigrants,

I saw this one lad,

Rude as you like,

Stealing from the supermarket, putting stuff,

Down his trousers today.

 

These bloody people. Everywhere, today.

They're not prepared to help their neighbours

With things you might need, just normal stuff.

You won't get help off the immigrants.

They don't even talk to you, like.

Not like when I were a lad.

 

Today, the old man spat hate about immigrants.

Neighbours? Who'd want to be yours, like?

Stuff you! Glad I'm not that bitter, thought the lad.