The England of Winston
Did it ever exist?
Those days long past
When we had our finest
hour
The England of Winston
When national pride
Was not frowned upon
But openly celebrated
The England of Winston
Must be an invention
For it is so far
removed
From what I see today
England without
Winston
Is not pride worthy
It has no identity
And no sense of itself
I messed about a lot at school
And always played the
fool
So I was expelled from
school
And spent my time
playing pool
And turned out a
proper tool
Do you remember?
In old Macao
I greeted you
With an elaborate bow
You responded
With a formal Kowtow
Then I said hello
And you said Ciao
But the formality
Was just for show
So anyone looking
Just wouldn’t know
That the two of us
In that tableaux
Were more familiar
And all aglow
In the privacy
Of the chateaux
My children and my parents
Despite the span of years
Have so much in common
Which is how it
certainly appears
The complete nonsense
they talk
The strange clothes
they wear
None of them have jobs
They’re all familiar
with drugs
And have ridiculous
coloured hair
Father Christmas, Father
Christmas,
Left his bag, Left his bag;
Up beside the chimney,
Up beside the chimney;
What a drag, what a drag.
Are you wearing a pixie cut?
God that must really
annoy
When people keep
telling you that
It makes you look like a boy
“I have to book you” the Officer said
“In the hope that you
won’t do it again sir”
“No it won’t happen
again” I said
