Little England

Won't you come see Little England
Dreaming they're still number one?
Bathing in reflected former glories
Here they come
Ask about the future
They'll be looking kind of dumb
Falling backwards down the stairs
They're barely clinging on

Repeat some hand-me-down remarks
About how you're not part of their kingdom

You can show them information
They like fiction of their own
Don't leave them in a room with 'Johnny Foreigner' alone
Swallowing a tale of when Britannia ruled the waves
Thrown a bone, you'll keep 'em down
Incarcerated slaves

But don't imagine for a moment they will ever realise
You could put on a parade of evidence before their eyes
They'll be chanting what they learned
About how you're not part of 'their kingdom'
No part of 'their England'
Get out of 'their England'