INTRO (spoken / half-sung) I get up when I fancy… I look out the window… And I think: Yeah. This’ll do. ⸻ VERSE 1 I shuffle down the hallway, socks don’t match, Kettle’s on like it’s government law, The neighbour’s got a new extension, Still can’t park outside his door. I see a man in a tracksuit arguing With a pigeon on the curb, And I think to myself, Now there’s a bloke who’s got nerve. ⸻ PRE-CHORUS And the morning smells like petrol and toast, And somebody’s yelling at a ghost— But I don’t mind, I don’t mind… ⸻ CHORUS (big + catchy) It’s a nice little life! Yeah it’s alright, it’s alright! With the dogs and the bins And the late-night fights. It’s a nice little life! Yeah it’s fine, it’s fine! Cup of tea in my hand And the sun in my eyes. ⸻ VERSE 2 I take a walk to the corner shop, For milk I don’t even need, Old Dave’s outside with a scratchcard dream, And a pocket full of greed. There’s a kid on a BMX doing wheelies, Nearly takes out Mrs. Green, And she swears like a sailor In the poshest voice you’ve ever seen. ⸻ PRE-CHORUS And the pavement’s cracked like a tired old face, But we strut round here like we own the place— And I don’t mind, I don’t mind… ⸻ CHORUS It’s a nice little life! Yeah it’s alright, it’s alright! With the dogs and the bins And the late-night fights. It’s a nice little life! Yeah it’s fine, it’s fine! Cup of tea in my hand And the sun in my eyes. ⸻ VERSE 3 I tried the gym once, lasted two days, Felt betrayed by my own knees, Now I sit on the bench in the park With a bag of cheesy peas. There’s a couple having a public argument About whose mum is worse, And I’m watching like it’s theatre In a very cheap universe. ⸻ PRE-CHORUS And the pigeons march like they pay the rent, And the council’s got no money left to spend— But I don’t mind, I don’t mind… ⸻ CHORUS It’s a nice little life! Yeah it’s alright, it’s alright! With the dogs and the bins And the late-night fights. It’s a nice little life! Yeah it’s fine, it’s fine! Cup of tea in my hand And the sun in my eyes. ⸻ VERSE 4 I go home, I flop on the sofa, Remote control in my hand, The telly’s selling miracle mattresses And a holiday in sand. My mate rings up, says “Fancy the pub?” I say “Maybe… we’ll see,” Then I stare at the wall for twenty minutes Like it’s judging me. ⸻ PRE-CHORUS And the day goes by in a gentle blur, Like a bargain beer and a cheap chauffeur— But I don’t mind, I don’t mind… ⸻ BRIDGE (switch: more melodic, wistful) And sometimes, late, When the street goes quiet, I hear the town breathe in its sleep. All the little lives, All the little dramas, All the promises we never keep. And I laugh, ‘Cause it’s tragic, But it’s mine, And it’s magic. ⸻ VERSE 5 So I step back out in the evening, Sky’s gone pink and bruised, Teenagers by the bus stop Looking bored and confused. Somebody’s car alarm starts screaming, Like it’s having a breakdown too, And I think: If this is the whole world… It’ll do. ⸻ FINAL CHORUS (extra big) It’s a nice little life! Yeah it’s alright, it’s alright! With the dogs and the bins And the late-night fights. It’s a nice little life! Yeah it’s fine, it’s fine! Cup of tea in my hand And the sun in my eyes. It’s a nice little life! And I won’t complain, I won’t! ‘Cause the world keeps turning And I’m still here, mate. ⸻ OUTRO (spoken) And that’s the thing, innit? You can chase it… Or you can sit on a bench, Have a crisp, And let the day happen to you.
