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England, England, England (with audio)
I wrote these lyrics for St. George's Day.
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This song was written for St George's Day (The patron saint of England)
Whatever is wrong in this country one thing remains the same, my love for England.

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England, England, England
or Something Remains The Same.

You know that it’s not right
When you’re getting out your bike
And the roads are not quite
Where you would like;
Things aren’t how they used to be.

You know that it’s not right
When you go out on a hike
And the hills are not quite
As low as you’d like;
Thing’s aren’t how they used to be.

But something remains the same,
The shiver I get when I hear the name
Of the little place below Scotland and to the East of Wales,
England, England, oh yes my England, everywhere else pales.

You know that it’s not right
When you’re wearing all your Nike
And your legs are not quite
As fast as you’d like;
Things aren’t how they used to be.

You know that it’s not right
If there’s a national strike
And people are not quite
As good as you’d like;
Things aren’t how they used to be.

And it’s amazing
When I’m star gazing
Foreign sights I’m praising
Memories, in my mind, of England I keep raising

And something remains the same,
The pride I feel when I hear the name
Of the little place below Scotland and to the East of Wales
England, England, England, everywhere else pales.

You know that it’s not right
When governmental psych
And the banks are not quite
As smart as you’d like;
Things aren’t how they used to be.

You know that it’s not right
When there’s a temperature spike
‘Coz pensions are not quite
As high as we’d like;
Things aren’t how they used to be

And it’s amazing
When I’m star gazing
Foreign sights I’m praising
Memories, in my mind, of England I keep raising

And something remains the same,
The pride I feel when I hear the name
Of the little place below Scotland and to the East of Wales
England, England, England, everywhere else pales.

The pride I feel when I hear the name
Of the little place below Scotland and to the East of Wales
England, England, England, everywhere else pales.


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