Why is it so great to be British?
don't fidget, no need to be skittish!
Is it the football or the Sunday roast?
Is it the text speak or the beans on toast?
When on holiday, you're being tucked over
cos you can't speak the lingo,
do you yearn for the White Cliffs of Dover?
Is it London?
or the fact that we all sound the same?
What is it your playing? What is your game?
Being British is a myth, it's a sham,
do you really think that you're the same as Cam?
You think that leaving Europe will fix your personal woes?
your prejudice and darkness
go pick your nose
cos the bogeymen are up there
and not under the stair.
Just face it, like me, the Bad Poet, you haven't a clue
In or Out, we'll always be blue
poor and depressed we'll yearn for our eternal rest
You don't like change
you're a creature of habit
If you listen to the propaganda
look mate, we've had it.
So like sane George III of yesteryore
just pop a tab
and say
"Bugger Brexit"
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