A song, a song, a song, a song
A song, a song, a so-o-ong
Songs like this are what we British tend to sing
Rock-guitar-ish numbers with a simple ring
At least we do now in the seventies
As it’s hair-length that’s the thing
'Cos songs like this are what we British like to sing
Later we should try this style out once again
Maybe we could resurrect forgotten men
They'll even bring along a drumming kit
And perhaps a cuddly wren
From Malta we’ll get eight and Ireland will give ten
After all, Katrina’ll excel
Even though her voice won’t be swell
"It was such a nervewracking time"
But you’ll still win though well past your prime!
(Although that’s not a crime)
Oh, yes, 'cos songs like this are what the city types do best
Featuring a member in a skimpy vest
It's also very much the kind of thing
In which so many do invest
And even when, as Lordi's winner, it's a jest
<instrumental break>
Want to sing me a song? Oh, yes, oh...
Songs like this are what we British tend to sing
Rock-guitar-ish numbers with a simple ring
At least we do now in the seventies
As it’s hair-length that’s the thing
'Cos songs like this are what we British like to sing
Songs like this are what we British like...
To sing, to sing, to sing, to sing, to sing, to sing, to si-i-ing
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