The British Lion........
The British lions lost his roar,
He's sold it to the frogs next door.
Old Marcel, with his gallic flannel,
Has charmed it off, accross the channel.
British bulldog's lost his teeth,
They've gone the way off british beef.
So now we've got no roar or bite,
We're really in the Euroshite.
It's Euro this and Euro that,
We're ordered round by Eurocrats.
We cannot flex our British mussels,
Once ruled from England, now from Brussels.
The Germans have the Bundedesbank,
The gutless French, they have the Franc.
But we've got sterling, proud and true,
Those thieving bastards want that too.
So, lets hang on to pounds and pence,
Lets stay this side of the fence.
Sod this Euro integration,
It fills me with exasperation.
What is this rush, for Euro trash,
To pay to Brussels all our cash,
Our taxes, let us keep for us,
Lets get off this Euro bus.
For mass corruption, is the word,
Round corridors of brussels heard.
They're all in it for the money,
Like bees around a pot of honey.
So, lets restore the Lions roar,
Put back the Bulldogs teeth.
Drink to the Queen in British Beer,
Then eat some British beef.
IAN WOOLGER........