I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phonenWas raised by the radio in a broken homenI've got a broken smile an arrogant linenI'm really no one special but I'm in my primennI've got a hot body girlfriendnI've got a wallet full of cashnYou can bury my bodynI'm just North London trash, trashnnI've got a flaming road to karma and I'll do it alonenI grew up with the TV in a broken homenI've got matches of the day, black conversenI'm really no one special, but I've seen you do much worsennI've got a hot body girlfriendnShe helps me spend my cashnThen we roll on my floorboardsnLike nouveau North London trashnnIf you don't unblock this rifle it'll blownI've seen a ship like you come and gonI'm North London trashnI'm North London trash, trashnnYeah, yeah, yeah, trashnTrash, trash, trashnnI've got pandemonium in my blood, I'm at fever pitchnI could marry her for the money but she's known to be a dragnOn my collateral and my arrogant streaknI'm really no one special but I'm here in my prime and my peaknnMy hot body girlfriendnShe makes the cameras flashnYou can pin up our bodiesnBut you can't kill North London trashnnAnd you ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for younYou ain't bad looking son, she just ain't looking for younYou've shown a lot of fight, but this ain't your night, or even your yearnYou ain't bad looking now, watch where you're looking nownIs anybody looking now? Oh, trash