Pound Land

I saw a distant light from afar Was it a shop or was it a Spar? Through my thin fingers Past my chapped hands I saw this vision in the sands And it was clear It was Poundland This is Poundland You're in Poundland Shabba do wah Shabba do way We love Poundland Hip hip hooray So swallow your pride And step inside Some parts are calm And some parts are hectic The tall and the small And the anorexic Pregnant teenagers pushing prams Dogs in handbags sniffing for I-ams I'm overcome with a strange sense of peace 'How much for the liquorice please?' It's a pound love Everything’s a pound You're in Poundland This is poundland Shabba doo wah Shabbah doo way We love Poundland Hip hip hooray I dream I find the dream girl Of my dreams in Poundland Somewhere beyond the toilet duck spillage In aisle four next to the celebrity mask image She's the pale girl with dreadlocks Searching for the organic section 'Excuse me - how much for this CD of One Direction?' It's a pound love Everything’s a pound You're in Poundland This is Poundland Shabba doo wah Shabba doo way We love Poundland. Hip hip hooray If somehow I could contrive To make Kevin Turvey come alive He'd investigate Poundland And he'd realise The Poundland is Britain’s last paradise Of democracy and fairness and calm Where all people are equal And work on Maggie's farm From Moldova to Madrid Whether your on or off the grid You think the same thought 'Is this really a quid?' I wonder if Kevin would think it was cool That the churches are empty But Poundland is full. This is Poundland You're in Poundland Shabba doo wah Shabba doo way We love Poundland Hip hip hooray