| Last year we took a chance, and went to Paree, France
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| But all those can-cannin' girls led us quite a dance
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| They Folies Bergeries ain’t all they seem to be
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| 'Cos when a girl says «No, no,» she means «Ooh arr, oui, oui»
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| So give me England every time, my dear
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| Give me England any time of year
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| Come on everybody raise a cheer, far and near
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| For the birds and the booze, now that summer’s here
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| And when bouzoukis played a Grecian serenade
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| We shed a tear in our beer for the price we paid
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| «This ain’t no place to be,» complained old Jimmy Lee
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| «Ain't got no bingo, the lingo’s all Greek to me»
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| So give me England every time, my dear
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| Give me England any time of year
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| Come on everybody raise a cheer, far and near
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| For the birds and the booze, now that summer’s here
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| I’ll never go again, across to sunny Spain
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| To serenade a senorita 'neath her window pane
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| What a palaver, on the Costa Brava
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| I didn’t know the Matador was her father
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| So give me England every time, my dear
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| Give me England any time of year
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| Come on everybody raise a cheer, far and near |
| For the birds and the booze, now that summer’s here
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| In nineteen seventy, we went to Italy
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| To sample all the delights down in Napoli
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| The signorinas there could not be keener there
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| 'Cos I’ve a scar from her Dad to prove that I was there
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| So give me England every time, my dear
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| Give me England any time of year
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| Come on everybody raise a cheer, far and near
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| For the birds and the booze, now that summer’s birds and the booze,
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| now that summer’s birds and the booze, now that summer’s here |