I'm loving back alleys
Sordid sex down back alleys
Praise god for back alleys
Have a wee down back alleys

I just love back alleys
They're so versatile, whatever your style
When I'm drunk on cider
They come in so useful when my bladder's leaking

Saw the British Premier
Oh phwoar, what a hunky man
So we find a side street
Dave and I in this street

I'm loving back alleys
Shooting up down back alleys
Thank god for back alleys
(Have a wee down back alleys)
Bon, bon

In the small hours, I missed the last bus
But there's no sweat: side street, discreet, a skip

So I climb in, lie amongst refuse
I'm so comfy, close eyes, pass out
I sleep until the next day

I'm loving back alleys
Sleeping rough down back alleys
Thank god for back alleys
Have a wee down back alleys

Oh, I'm loving (back alleys)

Oh, back alleys

(Throwing up down back alleys)
(I'm loving back alleys)

Often there's no danger
(Have a wee down back alleys)
Oh, oh la

(Praising back alleys, praising back alleys)
(Praising back alleys, praising back alleys)
Oh la
(Praising back alleys, praising back alleys)
Oh la la
(Praising back alleys, praising back alleys)
Oh yeah

(I'm loving back alleys)
Bon, I love 'em
(Shooting up down back alleys)
Oh…back alleys
(I'm loving back alleys)
Oh…back alleys
(Sleeping rough down back alleys)
Oh, bon

(I'm loving back alleys)
(Throwing up down back alleys)
Oh la…back alleys
(I'm loving back alleys)
Oh la…back alleys
(Living life down back alleys)
Oh la

(I'm loving back alleys)
(Sordid sex down back alleys)
La la..
(Praise god for back alleys)
(Have a wee down back alleys)