Cor’help it, Oi love it, my Birminghamtown,
Theyluvvly, them bostin’, black, white and brown;
Allusa curry just around the bend,
Acrackin’ humour that wun’t never offend.
Intown, the crowds, noise and crush!
Yo wun’tnever believe the manic mad rush.
Thestores, they’m all heaving, the cafes, the bars,
It’schallenging crossing the road with the cars.
Canals! More than Venice, so Oi’ve bin told,
Thoughthe boats aren’t the same once the rain rusts the gold,
Still– in summer, you might hear an Eyetie in song,
AndBrummies, they cor but help sing along.
Parks,museums, a fabulous hall
Wheresymphony concerts can really enthral,
Yes,we do culture – we’m posh, certain parts,
Thoughit ‘as to be said lots of blokes prefer darts.
Life’smore than buildings, concrete, glass
Morethan division of colour and class,
It’shumour, history, catastrophies, art ….
It’shome, I’m a Brummie, it’s part of my heart.
Theyluvvly, them bostin’, black, white and brown;
Allusa curry just around the bend,
Acrackin’ humour that wun’t never offend.
Intown, the crowds, noise and crush!
Yo wun’tnever believe the manic mad rush.
Thestores, they’m all heaving, the cafes, the bars,
It’schallenging crossing the road with the cars.
Canals! More than Venice, so Oi’ve bin told,
Thoughthe boats aren’t the same once the rain rusts the gold,
Still– in summer, you might hear an Eyetie in song,
AndBrummies, they cor but help sing along.
Parks,museums, a fabulous hall
Wheresymphony concerts can really enthral,
Yes,we do culture – we’m posh, certain parts,
Thoughit ‘as to be said lots of blokes prefer darts.
Life’smore than buildings, concrete, glass
Morethan division of colour and class,
It’shumour, history, catastrophies, art ….
It’shome, I’m a Brummie, it’s part of my heart.
