CHORUS x4 Mr Mr Mr ow much ow much/ Mr ow much Mr ow much are you charging?// There’s nothing I love more than a Samuel Smith’s pub/ There’s one called the Shoulder of Mutton in Bradford/ And you can get two pints for a fiver and come back with change/ But unfortunately the rest of England isn’t the same/ All the bars in Leeds charge at least 4 quid a pint/ You can tell me to get with the times but it’s Yorkshire, I’m tight/ I’m not about to break a tenner for a drink with a mate/ And two quid for a bag of crisps? Give me a break/ This a mistake? It says my cup of coffee was four quid/ You just mixed some water with granules and poured it/ People in the service industry are living off your tips/ Cos the company pays em nowt, which is of course shit/ But capitalism got us passive ‘stead of acting livid/ …Companies increase their profit people add the difference/ And they can dodge the tax cos they’re providing the jobs/ Be like me and decide that the cost’s too high for them cos I’m…// CHORUS x4 Mr Mr Mr ow much ow much/ Mr ow much Mr ow much are you charging?// I went on a stag do to London the other year/ £5.50 for a motherchuffin’ beer/ I was broke by the first night, London’s so super/ Plus my mate had his phone nicked by some guy on a scooter/ How the hell do people manage? Polish, English and Spanish/ African, Hispanic, Asian, Danish, Islamic/ To rent a property in zone four’s like three times the cost/ Of a flat in central Bradford, see why I’m lost?/ The local Spa is selling orange juice a couple quid more/ Than any place in the North, and I just can’t ignore/ I walk in and look to buy some stuff then walk out/ Cos I’d rather go hungry and thirsty than fork out/ So chuff London and chuff capital cities/ People gravitate towards them, and it’s a pity/ The streets are paved with gold, directly from your wallet/ “But there are more opportunities here” aw stop it…// CHORUS x4 Mr Mr Mr ow much ow much/ Mr ow much Mr ow much are you charging?// A poor man can’t afford to buy cheap clothes/ A tight man waits for Christmas so family can buy those/ I don’t mean they’re cheap, I just mean I don’t have to pay for em/ I bin wearing the same boxers and socks since a teenager and/ My shirts are mainly hand-me-downs from my wife’s uncle/ Not cos he grew out of em, just cos he had a bundle/ I’ll take it if it’s going don’t be wasting it on charity/ Saying I wear the same things isn’t going to embarrass me/ Men are supposed to buy engagement rings with three months’ salary/ I got a family heirloom when I asked Ange to marry me/ And actually I’ve found that spending lavishly is bad for me/ I don’t go anywhere with cash on me, the missus’ handbag has to be/ In attendance at all times, cos my wallet ain’t/ We’ve got a joint account, I’m not so tight she’s gotta pay/ But if we walk into a place cos the food sounds good/ I’m still staring at the menu, thinking “ow much!?!”// CHORUS x4 Mr Mr Mr ow much ow much/ Mr ow much Mr ow much are you charging?//