#bonio

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NO, BONIO

We are Blighty

and we have one desire:

to put all our pants on

and set them on fire.

Nuts? We are, slightly,

we have but one wish:

to make all them Foreign Types

give us codfish…

(Cod!)

Our nation has thrived on looting raids and brutal wars:

we've kicked down your doors, and helped ourselves to what was yours.

We celebrate our dominance by lighting our farts:

‘United’ means England - the rest are bit-parts.

We are Blighty

and we have one dream

to kid ourselves just once more

we can say what we mean.

Nuts? More than slightly,

but we have one hope:

that no-one has noticed

that BoJo’s a dope…

(Oops!)

So many different races, sounding off like we’re wrong.

So many different faces - just shut up and sing this song:

We’re all tarred and feathered with soup in our pants,

‘United’ means Eton, the rest are just ants.

Strung highly, flaycation

String Blighty, Kray Station

Strung highly, flaycation

String Blighty, Kray-ay-station!