Canal Side Running

I said it's pretty cruel for that horse to be running on concrete
As i tucked into my plate of meat
She said, how does it sound, a fortnight spent up in Crete
I said, I don't need to compete with the middleman

Oh, it's happened again
Me and my big mouth canal side running
But what else would you do when we've more than Venice
And more parks than Paris
I think it's pretty crap that my walkman always repeats
The same songs I put into it
I like this pretty wrap you got for our anniversary
I never forgot at all, it seems that
My old man did all his thinking in the war
Then he came home and he fought some more
Did all his drinking in the war
Then he came home and drank some more

Canal side running
Blood pumping
Canal side running
I think it's pretty crap that my walkman always repeats
Something about horses... yeah, they're on concrete
Love canals and tennis, hate the Villa and Venice
Oh my hearts the menace, it's pumping
Shake the hand of the fella who invented shoelaces
I'm post-velcro, you know
Been that way since the eighties
More parks than Paris, for the frenchmen to play
Or touch up on their Spanish, while their wives play away
And i've been to these other cities
Where the canal system's not as impressive
And Cheggers plays pop, till the violence stops
And the violence stops, when Cheggers plays pop
He pacifies with pop! Until the questions stop
Questions like this

Why do you target me
When we have police with hooves on concrete
Why do you target me
I'm just canal side running