We Built This City Lyrics

Both: We built this city We built this city on sausage roll Built this city Mark: Come on babe! Both: We built this city on sausage rolls Roxanne: That’s not bad that Mark: S’alright innit? My lyrics are epic ain’t they? Roxanne: Stay in tune Mark: If you’ve never had one, And don’t recognise the taste It’s a cylindrical bit of pork wrapped In a puff pastry case Beige, baked, and golden, Holier than grace Grab it whilst it’s pipin’ hot and Both: Shove it in your face! Both: Their party sized to foot long Listen to your belly groan Don’t you remember We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls We built this city We built this city on sausage roll Built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Mark: Christenings or birthdays, Or uncle Johnny’s wake You’ll find me at the buffet Both: Filling up my plate Mark: A Ginsters on the M1 Roxanne: M1 Mark: Greggs on platform 3 Roxanne : Platform 3 Mark: I don’t care where I’m eating it Both: Smash it with a cup of tea! Both: Their party sized to foot long Listen to your belly groan Don’t you remember We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls We built this city We built this city on sausage roll Built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Mark: I’ve done this for my missus ‘cause she loves Christmas songs (Christmas songs) Oh what more could she wish for (Yes Mate!) Than a sausage roll singalong? Roxanne: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Mark: It’s not just a meat snack It’s a way of life! Treating your friends and family Roxanne: And even your hot wife Order it on date night Stay in an extra night Both: Have it with a merlot It’s time for the saus-age Mark: Did you just call that a saus-age? Roxanne: Yes, yes I did Mark: Right, no, no it’s a sausage Roxanne: Posh sausage Both: Their party sized to foot long Listen to your belly groan Don’t you remember We built this city We built this city on sausage rolls We built this city We built this city on sausage roll Built this city We built this city on sausage rolls Roxanne: Sausage roll, sausage roll city Mark: Rox, they’re not the words Roxanne: Sausage roll, sausage roll city Mark: Right, that’s not my song Roxanne: Sausage roll, sausage roll city Mark: Stop Rox, right security, can we stop this please? Roxanne: Sausage roll, sausage roll cit-aaayyy Mark: Right, Rox, right no, sorry. Right headphones off! No I’m sorry, right let’s leave it there please! Headphones off. Come on, you’ve done here. Right, end it there, song’s over. Thank you, thanks, let’s go. Roxanne: Hahaha