Posh people got no reason
Posh people got no reason
Posh people got no reason
To live

They sit in the commons
Passing bills
And they haven’t got
Any discernible skills
They eat posh olives
With their posh little teeth
They have very little knowledge
They’ve never been to Cowdenbeath

Well, I don’t want no posh people
Don’t want no posh people
Don’t want no posh people
‘Round here

Posh people are just the same
As you and I
(‘cept for inherited wealth)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(if they can pay for good health)

Posh people got nobody
Posh people got nobody
Posh people got nobody
To love

They got no chins
And they look down their nose
They drink Pimms
From Waitrose
They got posh cars
That go wha, wha ,wha
They got posh voices
Goin’ what, what, what
They got grubby little peerages
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time

Well, I don’t want no posh people
Don’t want no posh people
Don’t want no posh people
‘Round here