Like a fleck of paint I'm

travelling a thousand miles an hour

Mostly, I think I know my place

Well, it's ten doors down and then it's

three flights up on a run-down street

In a place I no longer recognise to escape

But if lottery tickets are won in Barnes

They're used in Twickenham for wrapping coke

I wanna be your status symbol, wanna be your 3310

If there's lagers at your feet

If you're blackcurrant, what does that make me?

Cider, you say it's because I'm sweet

Like a bet I make, you're gambling

Baby, I'm not a sure bet

Mostly, they think I'm a disgracе

'Cause the peoplе won't stop when they can't keep up

So they keep running their mouths again

Looking at you like you're in their own personal space

But when lottery tickets are lost in Barnes

They're used in Twickenham for wrapping up coke

Wanna be your status symbol, wanna be your 3310

People 'round here, man, they ain't no joke

They keep running their mouths again

Wanna be your status symbol, wanna be your 3310

Well, if there's lagers at your feet

If you're blackcurrant, what does that make me?

Cider, you say it's because I'm

sweet (Snakebites illegal now)

Wanna be your status symbol, wish I was 33 again

Taking back this park from joggers

I wanna be your dirty weekend

Taking back this park from joggers

I wanna be 33 again

Well, if there's lagers at your feet

If you're blackcurrant, what does that make me?

Cider, you say it's because I'm

sweet (Snakebites illegal now)

Well, if there's lagers at your feet

If you're blackcurrant, what does that make me?

Cider, you say it's because I'm

sweet (Snakebites illegal now)

Wanna be your status symbol, wish I was 33 again