About the Track:
Pitsea Tip is a blisteringly funny, brass-stomped breakup anthem about emotional hoarding and Basildon’s most infamous dump. It’s both a metaphor and a mess — delivered with cockney swagger, stomping horns, and lyrical junkyard poetry. Whitemore Way turns personal chaos into a carnival chant. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll bin it all by verse two.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Well, I’ve known some right old places,
But you top the bleeding list,
A magnet for the cast-offs,
Where broken dreams persist.
Your arms are always open,
For any bag o’ tat,
You’re like Pitsea Tip in Basildon—
And I’ve had enough o’ that!
[Chorus]
You’re Pitsea Tip, Pitsea Tip,
You’ll take anything, that’s your trick!
Bit of old junk, rancid muck,
You pile it up right quick!
Pitsea Tip, Pitsea Tip,
You smell of trouble and rot—
But you never turn a soul away,
Oi, that’s all you’ve got!
[Verse 2]
Remember that old sofa,
And Dan’s knackered TV,
You said, “Go on, chuck it over,”
Like a one-man scrapyard spree.
You say that you’re a diamond,
But you’re more like dusty lead,
All the rubbish piles up high—
Somehow it stays in your head!
[Bridge – Spoken, cheeky banter]
“Oi, mate, you got some rubbish?
Don’t fret, I’ll take the lot!
Broken hearts, regrets, and secrets—
All chucked in one big spot!”
[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re Pitsea Tip, Pitsea Tip,
Full of bits ‘n bobs galore,
Like an endless rummage sale,
Who knows what’s in store?
Pitsea Tip, Pitsea Tip,
You’re fillin’ to the brim,
Now if I add more clutter, love,
Will you ever let me in?
[Middle Eight]
We all got a bit o’ rubbish,
We’d rather throw away,
But you hoard it all in a sorry heap,
At the break of every day.
And maybe one fine morning,
We’ll shift some of that pain,
But ’til then you’re just Pitsea Tip,
At the end of Pitsea Hall Lane.
[Chorus – Reprise]
So wave your arms, shake your hips,
We’re singin’ for a laugh,
Pitsea Tip, Pitsea Tip,
‘Ain’t no velvet path.
Oh, you’re Pitsea Tip, Pitsea Tip,
Where the old meets the new,
I’ll drop my troubles at your gate—
Good riddance, toodle-oo!
[Outro – Jaunty pub piano]
(Plenty of “Oi, oi!” and skankin’ ‘til the skip rattles.)