Who says, there has to be a beach to wear a bathing suit? But I would lie on pebbles lavishly But London's pebbles are darts And I will play with knives and guns To ensure that my art is incorrect And I will sleep in sheets of satin and eat my cigarettes But England has nothing more to offer me Well everything that I had done well before 1984 We are on a single island I hope you see And beyond our lonely country there is only the Atlantic Sea So I will burn a fire in Westminster Using the door of Downing Street And when Tony rushes out complaining of a draught I'll let him warm his feet But England has nothing more to offer me Well everything that I had done well before 1984 So goodbye, yeah I wish you all well But I can no longer thrive in England For I think that it is hell So goodbye, goodbye Yeah I wish you all well But I can no longer thrive in England For I think that it is hell This country has nothing more to offer me Well everything that I had done well before 1984 Well everything that I had done well before 1984