Lyrics:
at the Ritz,
But can you check if the sweatiest spy in Spain is out fooling Fritz?
You'll never guess the flippin' mess the British boys are in
We're
na hosanna
Boys wan hook
Den time den ayorbi dems boot
How you dey flex your body de3
Be like make I book
You dey see me for Tv3
Dey gimme British twi
loo they're looking for monkeys up in the zoo
If I had a face like you I'd join the British army
When I was young I had a twist of punching
Fainting and swooning.
Sounds to me like their guitars
Could use a little tuning.
The boys are from the British Empire.
The British think they're keen.
I treat these bitches the same
Texts on my phone no name
And some of my bitches be British
I really be high as a plane
Our jewelry don’t hit the same
batty like peacock
Keep it British like Aston Martin
DB the same colour as a Martian
If your boy acts peak that's a calm ting
Just cut him out in a par
The great British mistake was looking for a way out,
Was getting complacent, not noticing
The pulse was racing.
The mistake was fighting.
that ever sailed the sea
On her deck were guns as big as steers and shells as big as trees
Out of the cold and foggy night came the British ship,
that ever sailed the sea
On her deck were guns as big as steers and shells as big as trees
Out of the cold and foggy night came the British ship,
and towns
They will battle in the streets and towns
Of the British Isles… the British Isles
Young boy stares at Fox Farm weather vein
Praying for those long
The great British mistake was looking for a way out,
Was getting complacent, not noticing
The pulse was racing.
The mistake was fighting.
The change,
Give me a minute
I told you I was chatting different can't you see I'm winning
Cmon get with it
Fly British boy I'm in the ends it's just beginning
british way with pride and faultless grace
I shall never forget those childhood days for as long as I shall live
And I'll always find my way back, always
chances of
A wild summer romance
Bare feet on the sand
With you
See the boys next door
On their way to Magaluf
Matching T-shirts
They're school
I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm
On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm
A voice spoke
Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar all
got a
Do we got a vision for my-
Me, I'm fresh as Hendrix shit
Bleach my Linux shit
Hot boy, British shit
Do we got vision for my-do we got vision
we got a
Do He got a vision for my
Me, I'm fresh as Hendrix shit
Bleach blonde, Lennox shit
Hot boy, British shit
Do we got vision for my do
We got
I drove my Saracen through
Your garden last night
I kicked your front door
Down around at midnight
Oh something's telling me boy
You're avoiding me
No-one stops to question why
Our money's supporting an army
And a boy in Soweto dies
[Chorus]
[Repeat: x2]
I'm a British subject, not
Sir Joseph.
When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm.
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up
a glorious victory for the British spirit,
Nor an heroic defeat of a fascist dictator.
It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering
Designed to cover
and Wight;
We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
by Fairlight and Dover
And then we bore up for the South Foreland light
We will rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll
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