Simply Red - Little Englander

We think we’re import­ant We are, we’re a car, we’re a shell When you hit that city road You sure give them hell Are you sure he’s show­ing off Or are you show­ing us yourself Little Englander, Little Englander In your search to be a star You became the p***k you are Little Englander, Little Englander Little Englander, Little Englander Judge me go on it amuses me As you pickle through your tirade You prattle on to the point of a laugh Your Hieronymus Bosch — like soul Betrays who you really are Little Englander, Little Englander Little Englander, Little Englander Little Englander, Little Englander Little Englander, Little Englander Let me smash the plastic face of my coun­try Let me smash the plastic face of my coun­try My coun­try My lovely country.