This is the tale of old England



We've got rocks and coke

We've got kids that smoke

Pram pushers and devil's folk

In our England What's the weather

Sunshine or rain

Smiling faces asking for a change

Watch the news

Could grow great again



From the harvest to the flatlands

We're for sale in old England

From the back streets to the old lanes

We're for sale in old England

In old England



Where every penny's pinched

In old England



What's the weather

Sunshine or rain

Smiling faces asking for a change

Watch the news

Could grow great again



From the harvest to the flatlands

We're for sale in old England

From the back streets to the old lanes

We're for sale in old England

In old England



There's a hand in my pocket

There's a fight for my life

He was sitting on the fence

When they moved to the right

The sham is a shame

And there's always the rain

And everybody's loving it



From the harvest to the flatlands

We're for sale in old England

From the back streets to the old lanes

We're for sale in old England

In old England