[Verse 1] I’ve planned our dinner, a candlelit affair But my budget’s just a flickering bulb and a prayer! I’d take you to Paris, a first-class flight in my head But my Oyster card’s declined, I’m walking home instead. I pictured us in Cotswolds, in a cottage made of stone But I’m stuck in a damp bedsit, staring at my phone. Your mansion’s got a name and a driveway paved with gold My flat’s got a landlord and a kitchen full of mould! [Chorus] Oh, Lady of Chelsea, won't you look my way? I’d trade my Greggs steak bake for a kiss today! You’re pure Harrods luxury, I’m a Primark sale You’re the posh headliner, I’m the support act bound to fail! [Verse 2] I’m the shadow by the gate when the Range Rover rolls by You’re sipping on a Pimm's while I’m drinking my pride dry. You’ve got a pedigree, a family tree of kings I’ve got a broken toaster and some rusty guitar strings. It’s a class war, darling, and I’m losing every round You’re living in the clouds, and I’m six feet underground! [Bridge] I imagined the scene: I hop over your gate Security tackles me, screams "It’s too late, mate!" But no! You appear, looking like a dream "Forget your council house, come join my team!" We’d bolt in a Bentley, crossing Tower Bridge at night Your dad, the Duke of Somewhere, says "The lad’s alright!" [Climax] Wedding at the Abbey! Elton’s playing the song! Champagne for breakfast! Nothing can go wrong! The cake is five tiers! The King is on the list! The world is ours! And I’m getting... — "Mind the gap between the train and the platform. This is Elephant & Castle. This train terminates here." [Outro] Woke up with my head against the window of the Northern Line The mansion was a perfume ad, and you were never mine. No Bentley, no Lady, just the freezing London rain... And a hole in my left shoe... Mind the gap... between my dreams and the train...
