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country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date

Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date

Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Deep in
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date

Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
Kickstart fighter launch
Throttle set to full
Speed king race to win
Afterburners roaring

Ghostlike counterstrike
Takes them by surprise

Score 307
to blend, 
Into a perfect rainbow, 
For a happy end . . . 

. . . happy end . . . 

Words and Music by Henry Nemo 
And David Saxon , 1943
his mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing 

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
When I light my afterburners, 
I'm a bullet whizzing by.
I'm zero-to-60 light-years in the blink of an alien eye.
I'm in a shaking, baking,
and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow Bill
What
One by one the Saxons disband
Or die where they stand

Killing ground
Even though you surrender
Turn around
You will never survive
Killing ground
When I light my afterburners, 
I'm a bullet whizzing by.
I'm zero-to-60 light-years in the blink of an alien eye.
I'm in a shaking, baking,
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
to wife and maid
By Barrow, Suir, and Nore,
But never met a maiden yet
Like Brighidin Ban Mo Store.

My girl hath ringlets rich and rare,
By Nature's
peaceful waters flow;

I took a walk past the old Saxon well,
Down by the cathedral, I heard the chapel bell,
And joined the people singing for a way
by proud Saxon and Tory
Where the soil is sanctified by the blood of each true man
Where they died satisfied that their enemies they
Wouldn't run
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing

Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?

Deep in
Closed books is what some people's minds are like
Shut tight, new ideas, they just always get passed by
Prejudice, living in their thoughts
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
remember those days clearly
Cannot forget my roots,
Or when it really started
Savin Hill down by the beach

Grades one to eight were nuts,
Hijinx, pranks
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there's
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son

All the children sing
Hey, Bungalow
'Cause it's an Anglo-Saxon in love with his doom
Who left such a cheeky shrine
Then all at once the daylight came / The river lay ahead
In it stood
Round de mile Jerry don't need no associate  
Me chat by meself me no combinate  
Me study very hard because me want graduate  
Up de MC ladder I man
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat
But there'