Antiamericancretin - McCarthy

This is my melancholy

My country is a colony

Our once proud nation bowed beneath a baseball bat,

Beneath an ice-cool Cola can

Englishmen!

Rise again!

Throw off the yoke of the shake and the Coke!

I walk through each dismal street

Dismayed by time and disease

My eyes once fell upon an English factory

But now the fast-food chains I see

Away shallow USA

Britons will never be slaves!

Cleansed of your bases and your trivial TV

We’ll be everything we used to be

Oh, cleansed of your bases and your trivial TV

We’ll be everything we used to be