Here I am in the place where the sun dont shine
In Sunderland, all the inhabitants whine
Every day like a thunderstorm
Everybody upset all day, all work, no play, slip up
So we drink up some lemsip and leave the rest to spill
Turn the heating on an hour, running up a high bill
No more anti-flu pills, when were dressed to kill
Every time the ladies passed, they'd be like "I'm ill!"
Can y'all feel that? All kinds of bad weather
Let me give you a list, starting straight off with
Snowing, hailing, blizzards and rainstorms
Black ice, weather of all forms
I only came for 2 days on business,
But every time I come i get stuck in this mess,
Not the type of town I could spend my whole life in,
Sunderland, the city that now needs erasing

Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Let's all leave Sunderland" "Foutre le camps Sunderland"
Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Gotta go to Sunderland", "Don't come to Sunderland"

Though i heard the rainstorms aint nothing to mess with
And I can't feel the heat in this dump, what a trip
Ladies full dressed, can't crack a quip,
And they were screaming out "Go away, you big drip"
So I'm thinking that this city's never hot,
And am i wrong? No I'm bloody well not
Hottest club in the city its a 7 wood,
Temperatue, its-a uh, not so good
-50 degrees, in the freezing North Sea,
with the cold mommy's, screaming "Gonna freeze"
Every time I come to town they'd be spotting me
In my gloves and my hat ain't no stopping me
So cash and carry in the flow, with this v. cold show
£100 everywhere you go
Yo aint no city in the world like this
And if you ask how i know i got the flu from this

Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Let's all leave Sunderland" "Foutre le camps Sunderland"
Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Gotta go to Sunderland", "Don't come to Sunderland"

Dont get me wrong, Scum Town got it going on,
And the Boro is the town that we know cant sleep,
And we all know that Darlo and Durham stay jiggy,
But for the cold, Sunderland bringing that for real,
Y'all dont understand,
I never seen so many fully dressed women with milk white tans
Me and you, this is the plan, take a walk on the beach,
Thrwo your heart on the sand, gimme ya hand
Damn you look ugly, lets go to my yacht in the North Sea
Ride mt ice-skates, lounge under the lighthouse
Cos you gotta be rich to afford the summerhouse price at Seaburn
Water iced over you can slide till ya fall,
Only car we got in town is a 10p Vauxhall,
Ain't no surprise in the club to see my grandma,
Sunderland, the rubbish tip

Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Let's all leave Sunderland" "Foutre le camps Sunderland"
Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Gotta go to Sunderland", "Don't come to Sunderland"
Here I am in the place where the sun dont shine
In Sunderland, all the inhabitants whine
Every day like a thunderstorm
Everybody upset all day, all work, no play, slip up
So we drink up some lemsip and leave the rest to spill
Turn the heating on an hour, running up a high bill
No more anti-flu pills, when were dressed to kill
Every time the ladies passed, they'd be like "I'm ill!"
Can y'all feel that? All kinds of bad weather
Let me give you a list, starting straight off with
Snowing, hailing, blizzards and rainstorms
Black ice, weather of all forms
I only came for 2 days on business,
But every time I come i get stuck in this mess,
Not the type of town I could spend my whole life in,
Sunderland, the city that now needs erasing

Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Let's all leave Sunderland" "Foutre le camps Sunderland"
Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Gotta go to Sunderland", "Don't come to Sunderland"

Though i heard the rainstorms aint nothing to mess with
And I can't feel the heat in this dump, what a trip
Ladies full dressed, can't crack a quip,
And they were screaming out "Go away, you big drip"
So I'm thinking that this city's never hot,
And am i wrong? No I'm bloody well not
Hottest club in the city its a 7 wood,
Temperatue, its-a uh, not so good
-50 degrees, in the freezing North Sea,
with the cold mommy's, screaming "Gonna freeze"
Every time I come to town they'd be spotting me
In my gloves and my hat ain't no stopping me
So cash and carry in the flow, with this v. cold show
£100 everywhere you go
Yo aint no city in the world like this
And if you ask how i know i got the flu from this

Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Let's all leave Sunderland" "Foutre le camps Sunderland"
Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Gotta go to Sunderland", "Don't come to Sunderland"

Dont get me wrong, Scum Town got it going on,
And the Boro is the town that we know cant sleep,
And we all know that Darlo and Durham stay jiggy,
But for the cold, Sunderland bringing that for real,
Y'all dont understand,
I never seen so many fully dressed women with milk white tans
Me and you, this is the plan, take a walk on the beach,
Thrwo your heart on the sand, gimme ya hand
Damn you look ugly, lets go to my yacht in the North Sea
Ride mt ice-skates, lounge under the lighthouse
Cos you gotta be rich to afford the summerhouse price at Seaburn
Water iced over you can slide till ya fall,
Only car we got in town is a 10p Vauxhall,
Ain't no surprise in the club to see my grandma,
Sunderland, the rubbish tip

Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Let's all leave Sunderland" "Foutre le camps Sunderland"
Nothing left to do when the heaters on,
All night in my bed, till the crack of dawn
"Gotta go to Sunderland", "Don't come to Sunderland"

Nothing left to do when the heaters on.