Introduction

We Brits are oh so fickle!

It's GREAT Being British!

I'm proud to be
An Englishman
It's great being
A Brit
I love my
Native country
And it's swell
To live in it

I don't want
To be a Frenchman
Italian, Dutch or
Swiss
I'm a blue blooded
Englishman
And mighty proud
Of this

Now, I still
Like my neighbours
Europe's
Pretty neat
But
Without Britain
In my life
It just wouldn't be
Complete

It's Great and
It's United
And we all eat
Fish and Chips
Roast Beef
And Yorkshire Pudding
And us Brits . . .
We never
TIP!

Though it IS
Always raining
Overcast or
Dull
With smoke
Wafting through
The air
From the latest
Cattle Cull

There's
Foot and Mouth
And Rabies
Mad Cows Disease
As well
Race Riots and
The IRA
On second thoughts
IT'S HELL!

So
Now that I
Think of it
Forget the
Things I said
I've packed my bags
I'm on my way
I'm want to be
AMERICAN
Instead!

Copyright; Paul Bearer
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