Harris

On my estate was a man with a flag in his yard, When the country deluded him, He toed the establishment line. Like a statue Harris smiled, Stood and smiled, Harris smiled. Harris smiled. Harris smiles, Harris stares, The world goes by, He stood and died. Harris smiled, Harris died. Lancaster bombers are rusting in sheds in our land. While in Parliament square there's a man, A statue in bronze. And the statue of Harris stared, Stood and stared. Harris stares. Harris stares. Harris smiles, Harris stares, The world goes by, He stood and died. Harris smiled, Harris died. Counts himself lucky he's English and says it with pride, As he stares at the taxis and buses, Fumes are inside his prison, Where he'll sit for eternity trapped as a bigoted man.