[intro] Na na na na... Na na na na... [verse] She walks in, all swagger and strut Pint in hand, givin' no hoot Football chants in a smoky haze Another bird, in a ladette phase [pre-chorus] (They said...) She'd never make the grade (So now...) She's playin' the hand she's made [chorus] [sing-along] Ladette look, a right royal mess Turnin' tables, I must confess Lads in pearls, and ladies in boots Cool Britannia, turnin' roots [post-chorus] A cheeky grin... (a cheeky grin...) A sly retort... (a sly retort...) They're takin' back, what they've been taught [verse] The betting shop, a smoky scene She's callin' shots, like a football queen "Oi, mate!" she shouts, with a cheeky grin "Another round, let the chaos begin!" [pre-chorus] (They said...) She'd never understand (And now...) She's runnin' the bleedin' land [chorus] [sing-along] Ladette look, a right royal mess Turnin' tables, I must confess Lads in pearls, and ladies in boots Cool Britannia, turnin' roots [post-chorus] A cheeky grin... (a cheeky grin...) A sly retort... (a sly retort...) They're takin' back, what they've been taught [guitar solo] [bridge] From tea and crumpets, to lager and chips They've flipped the script, with a knowing lip The old boys' club, is fallin' apart A revolution's takin' its start! [chorus] [sing-along] Ladette look, a right royal mess Turnin' tables, I must confess Lads in pearls, and ladies in boots Cool Britannia, turnin' roots [post-chorus] A cheeky grin... (a cheeky grin...) A sly retort... (a sly retort...) They're takin' back, what they've been taught They're takin' back, what they've been taught They're takin' back, what they've been taught! Na na na na... Na na na na... Na na na na... Na na na na! [outro]
