
English: 
There are many pessimists in our great nation
who
Like to talk this country down no matter what
we do
And now our Independence Day at last is drawing
near
The pessimists are all at large a-stoking
Project Fear
But what they do not realise is Britain’s
always flourished
When its land’s returned to martial law
and people are malnourished
The hearts of oak of British folk shall have
no cause to moan
When once again we’re bankrupt and blockaded
and alone!
I’m terribly pleased about Brexit,
It’s going to be just like the war!
Let the blackouts begin,
Dust off Vera Lynn,
Stiffen your upper lip, thicken your skin,
For we’re all at our best when we’re plucky
and poor
It’s going to be just like the war!

English: 
but always when its of we've already
started stockpiling a noble and virtuous
feat
I heard avocado will soon be embargoed
so naturally I'm instructed a caller to
beef up my black market basket toot
sweet rationing can be a treat
but rationing won't last forever we
might get American food to help their
Congress decide show them our best aside
eat up their eggplants and lick up the
pesticide best humble body that I've
barely well chewed they're not to say so
would be rude the youth today are
closeted and smart like never before or

English: 
We’ve already started stockpiling:
A noble and virtuous feat,
I’ve heard avocado
Will soon be embargoed
So naturellement I’ve instructed Ocado
To beef up my black-market basket tout de suite
Rationing can be a treat!
Ah, those rationing books.
Ah yes – blue covers!
Mmmm. Blue covers.
But rationing won’t last forever,
We might get American food!
To help their Congress decide
Show them our bestest side
Eat up their eggplants and lick up the pesticide
Best humble pie that I’ve bally well chewed
(Though not to say so would be rude.)
The youth today are cosseted and spoilt like
never before
They’ve never known the glory of the sacrifice
of war
They’ve never heard the ack-ack guns or
sheltered from the Blitz
Or sat in trenches watching while their friends
were blown to bits
The snowflake generation has some backbone
sorely missin’

English: 
It’s the middle-aged kippers who dream about
Ypres to whom we all should listen
The ones who wish they’d bashed the Boche
in Britain’s finest hour
Are happily the ones who hold the balance
of the power!
I’m awfully glad about Brexit,
We’re digging for victory, chaps!
We’ve planted a quince eline
Got a new mincer in
Hens for the eggs and a pig for the insulin
What do we care if supply chains collapse
We’ll make our own medicines from scraps
We’re taking control of our borders,
Our primary sovereign intent,
Now we preside over
The white cliffs of Dover
We’re turning them into a lorry layover
The garden of England is ours to cement
Sing ho, all ye yeomen of Kent!

English: 
sudden trips is watching while their
friends were blown to bits
the ones who wish they bashed the bottom
Britain's finest I'm glad about brexit
we're digging for victory chaps we've
planted a quintillion go to a new mints
are in hands for the eggs and a pig for
the insulin we're taking control of our
borders are primary sovereign intent now
we into the Garden of England is ours to
cement

English: 
we're starting a shiny new era of
falling together as one from tool and
failure that this ski a Clarion for
would kill keep calm and carry on we
won't think of monsters from a frog
you

English: 
We’re starting a shiny new era
Of pulling together as one
From Looe to Llanfarion
Let this be our clarion
Forage for roadkill: keep calm and carrion
We won’t take commands from a frog or a hun
England – our England – has won!
