| Your `fight them on the beaches’speeches make me despair
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| 'Cause if there’s one thing we can guarantee is you will not he there
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| Tidying your room, making up your bed
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| And if your diary’s full that week you’ll send us lot instead
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| Send us lot instead, put a poppy by my lovers bed
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| We believe you when you say you’ve hurt your back
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| Have you ever been away
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| Where were you when we took Calais?
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| You don 't know, you don’t care
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| You 're just glad that you wasn’t there
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| Have you ever been away
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| I’m afraid your Rule Britannia mania doesn’t ring so true
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| If I was captain of the waves I’d turn the gun on you
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| Any last requests before you join dead?
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| I’ll crap into your Union Jack and wrap it round your head
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| Wrap it round your head, take a look at all the blood we’ve shed
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| We’ll believe you when you say it was worth it Liberate the streets of Europe, give our kids a chance
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| Give them Beaujolais by tap and cheap day trips to France
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| But you have never seen or smelt this ungodly death
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| It’s like the stench of roasted lamb upon your father’s breath |