| It’s been a long time since I’ve been with you
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| You may be grey-green but matchless and wide
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| I wanted to sniff at every inch of you
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| Went to Birmingham New Street to take a ride
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| Over aqueducts on a suspiciously panting train
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| High on Diesel fumes I pondered on my way
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| I may like New York, Bavaria or Paris
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| But nothing compares to you, England
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| 'Cause England’s got Steve Harris
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| England, I know
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| I may have explained it somewhere before
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| But I swear it wasn’t my idea to contrive that silly way
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| OK, I’ve got to admit this was, uhm, an improper try of a joke
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| But it rhymed and talking humour:
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| You’ve got to know I’m just anosser German bloke
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| Who loves afternoon tea
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| And Bob Catley and Mr. Bean
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| Who loves to but miniature phone booths
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| And cute little snow globes raining snow
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| On a cute little queen
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| Mostly you’re jolly
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| At times you’re frustrated, England
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| Then rest assured:
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| I also think penalty shootouts…
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| …are highly overrated
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| Vienna has got Mozart
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| Chopin they had in Paris (kind of)
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| The Catholics got the Pope
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| England’s got The Beatles
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| And eve more so:
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| England’s got Steve Harris
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| England’s got Steve Harris
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| And as if that was not enough for you:
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| England’s got Bruce Dickinson
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| And on top of it the other ones…
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| …in Iron Maiden too, yes, it’s true
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| Vienna’s got the Mozart ball
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| The Frenchies they got Paris
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| In Rome they got the Pope
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| Who in turn they don’t have in England
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| But England’s got Steve Harris
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| I may like New York, Bavaria or Paris
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| But nothing compares to you, England
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| 'Cause you got the magic bullet
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| England’s got Steve Harris
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| England: inventors of Def Leppard…
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| Shakespeare…
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| Indian food… Gary Lineker…
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| That bloke who did away with Braveheart
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| Et cetera… and so forth… good night |