England Songtext / Lyric

It's been a long time since I've been with you

You may be grey-green but matchless and wide

I wanted to sniff at every inch of you

Went to Birmingham New Street to take a ride



Over aqueducts on a suspiciously panting train

High on Diesel fumes I pondered on my way



I may like New York, Bavaria or Paris

But nothing compares to you, England

Cause England's got Steve Harris



England, I know

I may have explained it somewhere before

But I swear it wasn't my idea to contrive that silly way

OK, I've got to admit this was, uhm, an improper try of a joke

But it rhymed and talking humour:

You've got to know I'm just anosser German bloke






Who loves afternoon tea

And Bob Catley and Mr. Bean

Who loves to but miniature phone booths

And cute little snow globes raining snow

On a cute little queen



Mostly you're jolly

At times you're frustrated, England

Then rest assured:

I also think penalty shootouts...

...are highly overrated



Vienna has got Mozart

Chopin they had in Paris (kind of)

The Catholics got the Pope

England's got The Beatles

And eve more so:

England's got Steve Harris



England's got Steve Harris

And as if that was not enough for you:

England's got Bruce Dickinson

And on top of it the other ones...

...in Iron Maiden too, yes, it's true



Vienna's got the Mozart ball

The Frenchies they got Paris



In Rome they got the Pope

Who in turn they don't have in England

But England's got Steve Harris



I may like New York, Bavaria or Paris

But nothing compares to you, England

Cause you got the magic bullet

England's got Steve Harris



England: inventors of Def Leppard...

Shakespeare...

Indian food... Gary Lineker...

That bloke who did away with Braveheart

Et cetera... and so forth... good night