It’s great being British
And
what it represents
As
we do not have to avoid
Rampaging
elephants
Or
numerous groups
Of trigger-happy students
It’s great being British
And
what it represents
As
we do not have to avoid
Rampaging
elephants
Or
numerous groups
Of trigger-happy students
There is something really special
About
riding in black London cabs
Perhaps
it is something reassuring
Like
the sound of the door slamming
The
philosophies varied and many
Of
the quiet shy and retiring cabby
Or
maybe the unique driving style
The
becomes apparent in a short while
The
knowledge of every road or lane
Oh
look there’s the London eye again
The
best thing about them I would say
Is
that I don’t use them every day
If you can't beat them
Joining
them won’t do
If
you can't beat them
Whatever women want to do
They
must do twice as well as men
To
be thought only half as good
As I came out of the chippy
With two steak and kidney pies
Large chips and mushy peas,
An old wino, with sad eyes
Said “I haven’t eaten for two days”
Pausing I looked to the skies
Then I replied “I wish that I
Had will power like you guys”
One day in Colchis appeared a man called Phrixus
With
his sister Helle he had travelled from Iolcus
This
in itself was nothing unusual or worth mention
Apart
from his unorthodox mode of transportation
For
he arrived on the back of a golden flying ram
Saved
from sacrifice and carried off by the lamb
Helle,
sister of Phrixus never completed the journey
As
she had fallen from the ram's back into the sea
In
a narrow passage of water, they came to call
The
Hellespont in memory of her most tragic fall
But
Phrixus arrived in Colchis safely from Greece
And
sacrificed the ram to the gods and hung its fleece
If at first, you don't succeed
Try
try again?
If
at first, you don't succeed
WHY
try again?