Lyrics:
British Petroleum
british petroleum
you know its just
british petroleum
its gotta be
british petroleum
ahh don't it get you down
when you see
(Tap that) is it worth it
Keep it British like Burberry jumpers
Made in the mana where birds get numbers
I'm from the north like Spurs or Gunners
Peng
N I
U N I
Unify
Unify
Oh yeah
Some new way for you to prosper
Cause You and I unify
Unify
U N I
U N I T Y
Dad said he remembered the British people
of intelligence
Passing it to British Benji
I'm British Benji, here to stay
I've got a lot to share with you today
I love my country, it's a place like no other
the bloody British in a town near New Orleans
Well, we fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We
caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans.
We fired our guns and the British kept a-coming
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while
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.
"Hey, the British are comin'! The British are comin'!"
Now, the ride of Paul Revere
Set the nation on its ear,
And the shot at the Lexington heard
The great British mistake was looking for a way out,
Was getting complacent, not noticing
The pulse was racing.
The mistake was fighting.
the bloody British in a town in New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired
Go on home British soldiers, go on home
Have you got no fuckin' homes of your own?
For eight hundred years we've
Fought you without fear
And we will
the Hell they couldn't tell ya
British people in hot weather
Have a heart-to-heart with your sister
People in shorts drunk before ya
Beached whale in
They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their British hell
Make sure your face is clean now
Can't have no
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,
the greatest democratic turnout in British history, I do not scoff
And when the time came to speak the British said fuck off
Campaigning had gone on for many
to the British in mass
Launching our fleet to lure them out
Their main attachment of ships give them doubt
Off the coast of Jutland we'll meet here the sound
This one's for Johnny!
John Wood's a teacher and he's British
John Wood's a teacher and he loves it
John Wood's a teacher and he's British
John
say, he rose again
More say, he rose again and joined the british army
Some say, the devil is dead
The devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say,
the greatest democratic turnout in British history, I do not scoff
And when the time came to speak the British said fuck off
Campaigning had gone on for many
the greatest democratic turnout in British history, I do not scoff
cnd when the time came to speak the British said
Fuck off
Fuck off
Campaigning had gone
on this beat (yeah)
And I say f ollie cause he british
And I talk about all their soccer teams
I say I don't like the british (yeah)
Woah woah woah
Lost
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,
back in the day (come on)
British Knights and gold chains (come on)
Do the prep and cabbage patch (come on)
And wear your laces all fat
Back in
We're closing up for lunch i'm sorry to)
No, I s- I saw it over there! I saw it
(What?)
I saw it over there -Olsen's
Standard Book Of British Birds
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