I know the broad walk and the square
And the bus you catch to take you there
I know the faces that will be there
I can drink the cheapest wine
I can walk the longest hours
But life here got way too brown
It took a bad year to point out
Something long ago I should've worked out
Don't want to be a big fish in a little pond anymore
I was taken by surprise
By the wrong sort of eyes
That led me where I have no right to be
Don't want to look the fool
But I'm Ikeaed wall-to-wall
What I've got here just isn't me
I've got some wheels to get around
I'm the fucking king of Harlow town
Don't want to be a big fish in a little pond anymore
There's too many words that get me down
Too few streets for words to get around
And opposite my flat I see a playground
A little fat kid on a broken roundabout
Don't want to be a big fish in a little pond anymore