When I Get Back to Blighty

When I get back to Blighty
I'm gonna kiss that shore
Because the further that I've sailed me,
I've only loved you more
When I get back to Blighty
I may actually love you less
Because you may be, cause you may be
Pointing a little too far West
The bus driver ain't smoking
or swigging from black can
Whilst he was texting
He nearly killed a man
Bus queue all twittered
About the near miss
And the Rag and Bone Man is wearing High Viz
And the Rag and Bone Man is wearing High Viz
See the Spirit of old Blighty
Ain't making deals on phone?
It's drinking in a back street pub
until 12 midnight or more
The 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 route 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
the bus shelter smashed
And all the Helpful Harry's
Are pleading for your cash
Now the shock & awe
Replaced by a mash
Oh 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 back street pub
until 12 midnight or more
The real Clint Eastwood
The real Lee Van cleef
Ended up in a bar in Hull
Minus all of their teeth
It's 11am
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