We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze Got bust in Antibes by the cops And fleeced in Naples by the wops But everyone was kind to us, we were the English
Dark and gray, an English film, the Wednesday Play We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day Won't you stay? Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors
I reach Baton Rouge Well, I never will get over this English refugee Singing to the Juke Box in some all-nite beanery He was eating hard rock candy, chasing it with tea
the itching to Trek about the latitudes? You do? Well, likely you're a chip off old Sir Rugglesby Oh, he was quite the sporting sort Behind his cup of tea
little boy beside him Hearing about the weekends under the sun Ah, most of all I remember A little song we used to play It was about the English weather
(S. McGrath) The French drink wine, the English tea. The Yankee drinks his hot black coffee. The child drinks milk nine times a day. The Scotsman sips
It ain't about tea and biscuits I'm one of those English misfits I don't drink tea I drink spirits And I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics There goes
Jamie: I hate the French I really do From Edith Piaf to Pompadieu I?d rather have the English with their tea and Judi Dench Marie Antoinette, bench that
wakin,' The breakers breakin,' The seagulls squawkin,' 'Hoo, hoo!' I do me bakin,' Then I go walkin' With you-hoo! Yoo-hoo! I'll warm me bones on the esplanade, Have tea
boy beside him, Hearing about those weekends under the sun... "Ah most of all I remember A little song we used to play, It was about the English weat
the children they can play The first day of the summer and I laze here all the day And we'll invite the family round And drink some english tea Then
. Tropez I'll send a postcard if I can Hope I die before I get a suntan I'll buy Russia's nuclear weapons Maybe take some English lessons Take tea and
see us waking, the breakers breaking The seagulls squawking, hoo, hoo I do me baking, then I go walking With you-hoo, you-hoo I'll warm me bones on the esplanade Have tea
dance, we sing, we confuse our culture and dream we learn as we're allowed in the all-American home boy crowd I forget that we be just as English as mustard and tea
The rush of the rain *-plock- the heart becomes wet Under the shelter of the unexpected rain, the affiliated breaths I'm focusing my eyes to the sky
reach Baton Rouge Well I never will get over this English refugee Singing to the jukebox in some all-night beanery Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
you shen me you hui zen yang ENGLISH TRANSLATION : That time we listened to music Good thing i forgot who sang it who sang it That time on the table there's a cup of tea