Hello.......

We’re...... hipsters! We’ve come to live next door,

We really quite rich but we try to look poor,

It’s only day one and we’re already smitten

with living in the 4th hippest town in Britain,

We’re very simple folk, we live authentically,

Oh, that’s the Smeg fridge for our Air BnB.

We’re hipsters, avocado on toast!

Made a packet in Hoxton and moved to the coast,

We’ve bought this place so we’re not on vacation,

We’re locals like you – proper Margatians!

Small, humble pleasures with summers on the sand,

And a Harvey Jones kitchen at thirty five grand.

We’re hipsters! More coffee? Yes please!

Pork steamed buns, deep fried mac ‘n’ cheese,

Moroccan mint tea and Nitro cold brew,

DIY body scrub and bars of shampoo,

It’s rough and edgy living, outside the mainstream,

I’m a wellness consultant, living the dream!

I’m a hipster! Alpaca socks!

Got Margate written through me like a stick of rock,

My beard is bushy, my moustache is groomed,

I dress like a lumberjack and work on Zoom,

Ironic eyewear, vinyl LPs,

Of course I never play them, they’re cool accessories.

We’re hipsters! Knitted beanie hats,

Ziggy is the kid and George is the cat,

We’re ethical, sustainable, authentic and creative,

Give us six months and we’ll call ourselves natives,

Now - where do hipsters round here buy their sourdough bread?

Oh - you’re back indoors already. Was it something I said?