England, England
London, England

I hate, I hate
London, England

I used to think it was NY
Where the people sucked
They would kick your butt
At the drop of a hat

I don’t understand your English

I wish some sheep would please
put the queen to sleep

England, England
I now hate England
London, England
I hate England

Boozing and brawling
And crawling out of clubs
Drinking and driving
sure could be some fun

Billie Piper, their Britney Spears
was foaming at the mouth on the piers
the Sun, the Mirror, the Daily Record too
the Independent, the Standard,
the Telegraph, woo hoo
There’s the guardian and Rupert’s times
their football’s just an excuse for more crime

I got robbed, I got robbed
They came into a store,
and tore from the wall,
my piece of mind

I put up a fight, I put up a fight
Which is odd cause I’d normally resort to flight
Into the basement, they threw me down the stairs
propped me into a closet using some chairs

Shut up or I’ll stab you, one of them said
You can imagine what I was thinking I am now…

England, England
I hate England
London, England
I hate London

I wish we never made amends
Your boozing and brawling gives me the bends

But my, my don’t you look posh
In fact I think I’ll take all of your dosh

They’re more moronic than supersonic
They say they’re hot, but Beatles, not

Oasis has Liam and Noel
Oh how very droll
I think I will take a pass
Who really gives a rat’s

England, England
I hate England
London, England
I hate London