Source:
Adults
Author:
adam booth
Title:
THE LION SQUEAKS TONIGHT
Grab your fags and your 70's flares
Dirty mags and your stripey deckchairs
Your cricket bats and kiss me quick hats
Sorry boys and girls
But England roars no more
Bring your jubilee mugs and your NHS glasses
Your cosy hearth rugs and your pricey bus passes
We're having a bonfire a funeral pyre
Sorry Mums and Dads
But England roars no more
Say ta ta to roll-ups and ready rubbed
Wave away the fry-ups and that half-cooked pub grub
The people we elected sold us short and let us down
Now theres not a corner left of Englands hard won ground
So sorry bout this children but all thats left to say
Is you are not what you believe and England died today
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