'Ah wouldn't it be nice, for you to wow the English
But they make it very clear, they've got no room for windbags
They think you're quite boring, and no-one at all
You're doin' their crust in, you're just such a bore, oh!
Lazy Sunday afternoon, got no mind to worry
Close their doors and laugh away
Ah here we all are, loving our black humour
Makes the Yankees cry, they have no sense of humour
'Oh, Hello Mrs. Jones, who was that man?'
'Just some foreign leader, with a darkish skin tan, (yawn yawn!)
Lazy Sunday afternoon, got no mind to worry
Close their eyes and snore away ...
[Middle 8 pubs]
Ah-roody-doody-do, Obama-is-important?
Ah-roody-doody-dy, not-outside-the-US
Just like the Frenchies, Yanks go on and on,
About their wee nation, it's not been here long
Lazy Sunday afternoon, the world is really British
Plus Spanish, Chinese, and Russian too
Yanks in England's wars might be a clue
Close their eyes and laugh a-, close their eyes and laugh away, close your minds and cry away
(Words and music by How The British Poke Fun At Everyone, Including Themselves, Americans, Anyone At All; It's Called Being Adults, Americans Might Learn The Trick In 233 Years' Time)
