I thought they said meet
when the school kids called me mate
I went home and told my mum after my first day
I hadn’t long arrived from Ireland, the boy Kevineen’
Like generations before, Wolverhampton had seen, oh

We dreamed of America, of music and of life
And Pete was the leader
He taught me how to fight

And that’s my life in England
My life in England

I can remember St Teresa’s social
Where Kevin Barry rang out
And Mum whisperеd to me, Kevin
In England this song is not allowed

I fеlt a weight, but at the same time romantic
Cut off, but misty eyed
And in their faces I saw pain and melancholia
With smoke clouds on the side
My life in England

My Life In England
My life in England
My life in England
My life in England

Later in London, 10 year old Kevineen
Wondered how things might have been
if they stayed how they’d been
Like the scruffy kids in Wolvo and the faces that I knew
For accents like mine, in Harrow they were few
So I learned to talk my cockney
but I thought about the Wolves
The sound of Wolverhampton, its toughness and the Doog

My life in England
My life in England
My life in England
My life in England