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The British Police are the best in the world I don't believe one of these stories I've heard About pretty policemen in leather and jeans Showing their leg through a split in the seams Leering at people and leading them on Then running them in when they start to respond The press all ignore it, they don't want to see Except when the case is... a Tory MP Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way Pictures of naked young women are best In the News of the Screws and the popular press They plaster their pages with bingo and tits Then add all the scandal and slander that fits The women at Greenham they smeared and despised They crucified Elton with sneering and lies If it's paedophile teachers or lesbian nuns If it's filth and it's fiction... it's all there in the Sun Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way And now there's a cancer to blame on the gays That's brutal and fatal and slowly invades The moral majority like a lot Cos it's the wages of sin and the Judgement of God The medics are baffled and caught on the run They say it's a nightmare has barely begun While government spending is barely a joke Cos saving our lives doesn't... win any votes Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way And sit back and watch as they cease all our books And treat us like leopards and sinners and crooks Just hope you don't get caught up in the raids Or pick up a pig or a partner with aids Lie to your workmates and lie to your folks Put down the clones and tell lesbian jokes Forget the impression from everywhere else While we still do a wonderful job oppressing ourselves Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy that way Sing if you're glad to be gay Sing if you're happy this way |