Catch the last train sunday evening
Evacuate provincial suburbs
Back to halls, the digs, the balls
To make your play
Maybe when the term is over
Then you'll stay

For all the popstars in your pub
They think they're london girls
And london girls in mummy’s pearls
They know the colours, understand
They think their time will last

Camden town on tuesday lunchtime
Get the papers, maybe this time
Indicators indicate a trend your way
You're front page news
The guest list proved that you don't pay

Miriam & vivien invite you to their private view
To drink white wine and later dine
Oh, don't forget
‘cause you're the latest hot shot
Britpop poet laureate