Dizraeli - Engurland lyrics

Verse 1: Skin cancer costs an arm and a leg, man People on the beach self-harming to get tanned Laid out flat like an army of dead man Red necks, red bellies than expand Like jellyfish on the wet sand Very Engurlish, suncream and sweaty hands Mingled in with tepid lager, I'm on my 7th can- Can I kick it? Probably not very elegant Stepping over spaghetti Bacardi Breezer sick Chilli sauce on my portion of cheesy chips Silly thoughts, tell a stranger he's a prick- Receive a hit, lips and teeth are split But it in't a party unless you bleed a bit Bit of a geezer, telling Lisa she's a fitty Grab her tits, and she's throwing a seizure fit Now I'm sleeping in a cell, police are dicks Hook: Engurland, mingerland, middle fingerland Footie song singerland Baddiel and Skinner-land School dinnerland Red, white, brown and gingerland Imperial hinterland Perpetual winterland Where happy pills are in demand Engurland, engurland, engurland Are you proud? Verse 2: And it's a land where families spend holidays in traffic jams And radios play tracks by tragic bands That have millions of avid fans, all little girls Who crave a glitzy soundtrack to their sh**ty world Where there's poison in the food, and chlorine in the water And models in the nude, in every shop, on every corner And disorders of mind, and bulk orders of baked beans 'Cos here are 3 kids, and their mother ... aged eighteen ... and they dream of stardom, watching the X-Factor-y But they have no garden, and nowhere to practise being Therefore, they question what they're there for And why there's armed policemen outside Mr Blair's door … then they reach their teens, and learn to count up to ten Bensons Hiding behind hedges, burning pubescent tension What's progression? Let the Daily Mail write your starchart- “this week you'll lose your virginity in a carpark Next week, you'll take your first ecstasy pill Nine pints of White Lightning, and get messily ill The week after that, perhaps you'll get a job in Lidl You can stop believing, but you can't stop the drizzle You can stop believing but you can't stop the drizzle Stop believing- you can't stop the drizzle" Hook: And we sing... We sing... We keep singing... Engurland, mingerland, middle fingerland Footie song singerland Baddiel and Skinner-land School dinnerland Red white, brown and gingerland Imperial hinterland Perpetual winterland Where happy pills are in demand Engurland, engurland, engurland Are you proud?