Wednesday, 9 May 2007

What I meant to say

was that things have changed. Big time. The English are just so very, well, English. Whether you are one kept by Mummy and Daddy, or you graft to provide food for your children, you know what is 'proper' and what is not. The English are not traditionally PC as our leaders would have us think. We do not sit down and take all the crap that is thrown at us. Well, we didn't. Unfortunately, this seems to have been beaten out of us. As has the Englishman's right to speak his mind, to stand up for what is right, to protect what is his - and to be proud of his country. Unfortunately, the English have become a big amalgamation of louts, thugs and door-mats. 'Individuals' who prefer not to speak their mind or defend themselves for fear of offending someone. Pah.

The rottenest bits of these islands of ours
We've left in the hands of three unfriendly powers
Examine the Irishman, Welshman or Scot
You'll find he's a stinker as likely as not

The English the English the English are best
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest

The Scotsman is mean as we're all well aware
He's boney and blotchy and covered with hair
He eats salty porridge, he works all the day
And hasn't got bishops to show him the way

The English the English the English are best
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest

The Irishman now our contempt is beneath
He sleeps in his boots and he lies through his teeth
He blows up policemen or so I have heard
And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third

The English are moral the English are good
And clever and modest and misunderstood

The Welshman's dishonest, he cheats when he can
He's little and dark more like monkey than man
He works underground with a lamp on his hat
And sings far too loud, far too often and flat

The English the English the English are best
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest

And crossing the channel one cannot say much
For the French or the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch
The Germans are German, the Russians are red
And the Greeks and Italians eat garlic in bed

The English are noble, the English are nice
And worth any other at double the price

And all the world over each nation's the same
They've simply no notion of playing the game
They argue with umpires, they cheer when they've won
And they practice before hand which spoils all the fun

The English the English the English are best
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest

It's not that they're wicked or naturally bad
It's just that they're foreign that makes them so mad
The English are all that a nation should be
And the pride of the English are Chipper and me

The English the English the English are best
I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest

Stick up for yourselves!

2 comments:

coffeesnob said...

whenever i think of the scotch, which isn't often, i think of the opening moments in the film "rob roy". where liam n. pursues some sheep-stealers across the highlands. the group, when he catches up with them, are, for me, quintessential scotch. except that the woman is too pretty. she has 6 teeth. which 3 more than the glasgow average. have a look. and tell me if i'm wrong.

Little sausage said...

The Glasgow average does not portray the Scotch truly. I have a feeling the Scotch average is approximately 3 points higher than that of the Glaswegian.