Think of England

This green and pleasant land

Is going down the pan

I’m gonna write the Times a letter

Dear Sir, can’t find the words

‘Cept just to say it hurts

That nothing I can do will make it better

Football on a Saturday

Hard day’s work for a fair day’s pay

Jobs for all and all the girls were willing

Back seats at the Odeon,

That’s where it’s going on

Last bus home and change out of a shilling


Lie back

Think of Eng-er-land

Tried that

And now I’m in a right ol’ state

I’ll tell you what I really hate


Time was when this was fields

Can’t tell you how that feels

Nobody needed to be greener

Now they can’t dance and they can’t sing

They won’t amount to anything

They’re taking Little England to the cleaners


Lie back

Think of Eng-er-land

Tried that.

And now I’m in a right ol’ state

Lie back

Give me Eng-er-land

Tried that.

And now I’m in a right ol’ state

I’ll tell you what I really hate