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If I seem nervous A little skittish It's just who are you, What have you done with the British? Are these our athletes Or are they aliens? Even Yorkshire's got more gold than the Australians I couldn't recognise My dear old Britain less Can we function without cynicism and bitterness? We're not equipped for success and winning things Our people have turned into fresh faced clear eyes grinning things Where is my grey unpleasant land of yesterday? People who once said harumph now proudly shout hooray And those without a racist thought or racist word to say Are waving Union Jacks in a completely non-ironic way We need a flash flood, a sudden deep freeze We'll stay indoors and listen to Radiohead and Morrissey We need a train strike, another riot Some pieces in the daily mail about how fibre in your diet Will give you cancer in every organ Nobody on TV but Jeremy's Kyle and Clarkson And Piers Morgan That'll do it We'll be reduced to The kind of misery and depression that we're used to Do we want to Can we go back to Giving a toss about who's winning the X Factor? Katie Price and Peter Andre We've caught a glimpse of how we could be better one day It has been quite the revelation Don't have to be a Little Englander to love your little nation There is nothing that we can't do together And we'll always get to whinge about the weather, whatever We will always get to whinge about the weather |