South London rain on the tramlines rolling by [^1]Mitcham Common under an overcast sky [^1]She wore her high heels skating on the pavement cracksA Croydon facelift and a trackie on her back [^2]She didn’t want the library, she didn’t want the schoolJust a packet of Benson’s and a boy acting cool.ChorusOh, she’s a Mitcham girl, running through the nightLooking for some love, but ready for a fightDancing on the tables, drinking up the ginThat’s just the trouble that she’s getting in!Yeah, she’s out and about, running wild and freeThe wildest spark in the whole of CR4! [^3]Verse 2Friday night at the Kings Arms, looking real fly [^4]Some girl from Tooting caught her boyfriend’s eyeA word was said, the drinks went on the floorThey were pulling at hair right outside the doorFlashing blue lights coming round the green [^5]The baddest little mover that you ever seen.ChorusOh, she’s a Mitcham girl, running through the nightLooking for some love, but ready for a fightDancing on the tables, drinking up the ginThat’s just the trouble that she’s getting in!Yeah, she’s out and about, running wild and freeThe wildest spark in the whole of CR4! [^3]Bridge(Bass solo with heavy handclaps)Her mama said, "Girl, you better slow it down!You’re gonna get a name all across this town!"But the brass section’s pumping, the rhythm is tightAnd she ain't going home till the morning light!Guitar / Horn Solo(High-energy, classic Detroit-style brass explosion)ChorusOh, she’s a Mitcham girl, running through the nightLooking for some love, but ready for a fightDancing on the tables, drinking up the ginThat’s just the trouble that she’s getting in!Yeah, she’s out and about, running wild and freeThe wildest spark in the whole of CR4! [^3]OutroRunning round the Fair Green [^5]Getting into troubleYeah, she’s a knockoutMitcham girl(Fade out on a rolling drum fill and tambourine)
