This is our song for Europe,

I thought we saw the borders fall?

Guerre sans Frontiers -

And it seems nothing changed here at all.



They're building a Tower of Babel in Brussels -

It's called the Euromisery,

And once we're inside they'll take us for a ride.



Placing life and death decisions in the hands of politicians,

Poltroons playing judge and jury - like alcoholics in a brewery.



This is our anthem of nations,

Another treaty signed in vain.

It's a knockout! -

Hope falls to the canvas again.



It's an uncommon market - we're all Eurosexual,

I want an E.C. lay, and when I'm inside she'll take me for a ride.



Passing laws on moral issues -

Sticky fingers holding tissues.

Pyromaniacs with fire who light the fuse and then retire.



This is our song for Europe,

I thought we saw the borders fall?

Guerre sans Frontiers -

And it seems nothing changed here at all.



A well cultured vulture feathers his nest,

It's a chalet near Aix-en-Provence,

The Porche he drives has been paid for with lives.



Starve the pure and feed corruption,

Walk the path to self destruction,

Open old wounds - turn them septic,

Save us all from Euro-sceptics.



This is our anthem of nations,

Another treaty signed in vain.

It's a knockout! -

Hope falls to the canvas again.