Mulberry Harbour - Martin Newell

This popular town

Just a few thousand down

If you’ve got the tin

Have tolerance, please

It’s the English disease

Not the seventh sin

They can’t resist somehow

To say how much their house worth now

Just look how far they’ve come

Jumping the gun

A place in the sun

And you know

They’ve all moved out to Mulberry Harbour

They’ve shut down the baker and the barber

They don’t want the fishermen or farmers

There ain’t no launderamas

They never wear pajamas in bed

How cultured they are

In a big silver car

In the morning blue

Then after the gym

With a Pinot for him

ANd the same for her

And though they do not stint

To make a smaller carbon footprint

Just look how well they’ve done

Jumping the gun

Futures begun

Now they say

They’ve all moved out to Mulberry Harbour

They look good in Timberlands and Barbour

They don’t want the fisherman or farmers

Or any rama-lama

It mentions with the karma, their head