We all hate the government
but what can you do 
just drink in the evening sun
talking with old friends

A little place I know
when our graft is done
we go…

Cobbled streets, thin passageways
snaking pipes embrace the buildings
in the shadow cast by evening sun
standing with good friends

A little place I know
let’s grab a bus
and go…

Who voted 'leave', not one man here
I'll stake a bet on it, let's get
another round in the evening sun
believe the same as good friends

A little place I know
straight out of work
let's go...

Six to nine these gutters fill
chattering smoke and cheers
the amber kiss of evening sun
mixing with great friends

A little place I know
race to central
we go…

The Cock, The Champion
Horse and Groom
drinking in the evening sun
The Crown, Glasshouse Stores
The Duke of Argyle
hanging with great friends

A little space I love
a little place to unwind
a little time for our drunk politics
a little laugh
a little joke
a little smoke, sometimes

A little place I know
a little place I love...