England

It's been a long time since I've been with you You may be grey green but matchless and wide I wanted to sniff at every inch of you Went to Birmingham New Street to take a ride Over aqueducts on a suspiciously panting train High on Diesel fumes I pondered on my way I may like New York, Bavaria or Paris But nothing compares to you, England Cause England's got Steve Harris England, I know I may have explained it somewhere before But I swear it wasn't my idea to contrive that silly way OK, I've got to admit this was, uhm, an improper try of a joke But it rhymed and talking humour You've got to know I'm just anosser German bloke Who loves afternoon tea And Bob Catley and Mr Bean Who loves to but miniature phone booths And cute little snow globes raining snow On a cute little queen Mostly you're jolly At times you're frustrated, England Then rest assured I also think penalty shootouts are highly overrated Vienna has got Mozart Chopin they had in Paris kind of The Catholics got the Pope England's got The Beatles And eve more so England's got Steve Harris England's got Steve Harris And as if that was not enough for you England's got Bruce Dickinson And on top of it the other ones in Iron Maiden too, yes, it's true Vienna's got the Mozart ball The Frenchies they got Paris In Rome they got the Pope Who in turn they don't have in England But England's got Steve Harris I may like New York, Bavaria or Paris But nothing compares to you, England Cause you got the magic bullet England's got Steve Harris England inventors of Def Leppard Shakespeare Indian food Gary Lineker That bloke who did away with Braveheart Et cetera and so forth good night