das ist england . kaput

good riddance to rhubarb
the posh can be trying
but these crazies make hay
want a peaceful life in caves
or a slowly flawed sweater
have fun in pools for cash
whilst donkeys lead lions
and have my love to diet for

put a cork in it flatface
become our lord of the pies
and nurse the shouty ones
your fathers were never welders
they just drank stiff ones
like buy one get one fucked
a free guido with every order
or juliet from the chandeliers

heres to the banana brains
to ageing shirtless horsethieves
to the struggle to make music
to the boozy grand pianos
lets watch nudes fly and sing
we are the bog standard
the old world is under us
paving stones on the beach