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When I get back to Blighty I'm gonna kiss that shore Cause the further that I sail from thee I only love thee more When I get back to Blighty I may actually love you less Cause you may be, cause you may be pointing A little too far west Bus driver ain't smokin' Or swiggin' from black can But whilst he was texting He nearly killed a man The bus queue all Twittered About the near miss And the rag 'n' bone man's wearing High-vis And the rag 'n' bone man's wearing High-vis See, the spirit of old Blighty Ain't making deals on phone It's drinking in a backstreet pub Till 12 midnight alone SongtexteThe real Clint Eastwood The real Lee Van Cleef Ended up in a bar in Hull Minus all of their teeth When I get back to Blighty I'll be sure to kiss that coast Cause of all the rotten places I miss this rot the most When I get back to Blighty I won't salute your queen I'll salute the real people The history they've seen The phone ain't working And the bus shelter's smashed And all the 'Help for Harry's Are bleeding for your cash Now the shock and awe Replaced pie and mash This country is out on the lash This country is out on the lash See, the spirit of old Blighty Ain't making deals on phone It's drinking in a backstreet pub Till 12 midnight alone The real Clint Eastwood The real Lee Van Cleef Ended up in a bar in Hull Minus all of their teeth It's 11 a.m It's blue upon blue in the sky But everyone around agrees Oh, Phil Collins, Phil Collins must die A white T-shirt and faded jeans Just, just an ordinary guy But prisoner to his tax returns Oh, Phil Collins, Phil Collins must die Oh, he must die Oh yeah Ooh woah woah, woah He must die Ooh yeah Phil Collins must die He must die Oh yeah Woah woah, woah Yeah, die Ooh ooh woah, woah Aus Songtexte Mania