Everyday I ride out on my tractor
And look out at the cows on the green
But I can't help myself feeling low
Cos there's one place that I'd rather go
Birmingham is where I long to be
Birmingham, Birmingham
My heart belongs to you Birmingham
Not Scunthorpe, not Blackpool
Not Luton, not Bracknell
My heart to you Birmingham
My missus isn't keen on the prospect
But I think it's time I went and made a stand
Cos I got to go, I gotta leave
I'll tell that bitch "don't follow me"
I'll leave my wife and move to Birmingham
Birmingham, Birmingham
My heart belongs to you Birmingham
Not Hassocks, not Chester
Not Brompton, not Leicester
My heart to you Birmingham