Roll down my Oxford English chest,
I ought to carry you the best
In the cradle of my sugar rich tongue.
Although you yearn to be,
I cannot quite believe
that you haven't been before
Forget the hang ups of The West
You're 19 wayfarer,
Washing off the sunshine sweats
Forgetting the hang ups of The West
We might as well do this properly,
Take it's body down to the sea,
This Imperial Mess is bloated at best
Forget the hang ups of The West
Before.....
Forget the hang ups of The West