Worcester

Lyrics

Yo, this one's for the Faithful City...
Where nobody can say the sauce right...
Wub-wub-Worcester!
Verse 1
Rollin' down the Severn, river's lookin' moody,
Floods every winter, mate, it's basically a jacuzzi.
Cathedral's massive, like God forgot to downsize,
King John's buried there, still salty 'bout his demise.
Black pears on the flag, yeah Queen Liz saw 'em first,
Now we got fruit on our coat of arms, that's the worst.
Porcelain so fancy, Royal Worcester shine,
But I'm eatin' chips and curry sauce, livin' that fine life.
Pre-drop build – chopped vocals
Wor-ces-ter... Woos-tuh... War-chester-shire...
Sauce! Sauce! Say it wrong, start a fight out here!
Chorus – big drop, heavy wobble bass
Worcester! (wub wub) Worcester City!
Home of the sauce that you can't pronounce, gritty!
Worcester! (drop) Worcester wobble!
Cathedral vibes but the nightlife's a hobble!
Pour that Worcester-shire on your chips, bruv!
Mispronounce it wrong and we'll call your bluff!
Worcester! (wub wub wub) Faithful and saucy!
Midlands massive, but the traffic's bossy!
Verse 2
Racecourse lookin' pretty, horses run in circles,
Bet on the wrong nag, now your wallet hurts, oh dear.
Elgar's from 'round here, classical composer lad,
But we're blastin' dubstep loud, make the old man sad.
Lea & Perrins factory pumpin' out the umami,
Secret recipe locked up tighter than your nan's salami.
Oldest newspaper ever? Berrow's still in print,
Readin' it daily since 1690, that's commitment.
Pre-drop build – glitchy
Wuh-sester-sauce... Wooster-sauce... War-sesh-sauce...
Nah bruv, it's WUSS-tuh-sher... drop it now!
Chorus – even bigger drop
Worcester! (wub wub) Worcester City!
Sauce so good, Americans call it "Wooster" pity!
Worcester! (drop) Worcester wobble!
Got the cathedral, but the clubs stay quiet and humble!
Splash that brown gold on your Sunday roast!
One drop and you're hooked, that's the Worcestershire boast!
Worcester! (wub wub wub) We're the sauce kings!
Small city swagger with the big bass rings!
Bridge – half-time, dark & funny
Everyone thinks we're posh 'cause of the porcelain,
But half the town's just Argos and a Greggs again.
Witches got done here back in the old days,
Now we just hex the pronunciation in funny ways.
Shrek called us magic? Nah, just mispronounced,
But we'll take the compliment, we're properly announced!
Final chorus – massive final drop
Worcester! Worcester City! (wub wub wub wub)
Sauce forever, never quit, never pretty!
Worcester! (drop) Worcester wobble!
Faithful City, yeah we stay in trouble!
WORCESTER! (mega wub) WORCESTER SAUCE!
Outro – fading echoes
Say it right next time... or don't... we don't mind...
Wub wub... sauce... Worcester... yeah...