One Man’s England Paul Heaton + Jacqui Abbott

[Verse 1]
I was six when they came in to my uncle's shop
And the 'put put put' just wouldn't stop
But I felt too small to fight them all

We were sat out on the steps drinking lemonade
And the 'GO HOME' graffiti had begun to fade
And I had grown to almost 6 feet tall

When their lager soaked breath just marched on past
Coupling German 'sieg heil' with their Union Jacks
That's one arranged marriage, you'd have to agree

The real arranged marriage affecting this town
Is the white who'd beat his daughter for marrying a brown
That's one arranged marriage the media don't see

[Chorus]
One man's last orders
Is another man's last round bell
Making one man's England
Another man's hell

East vs. West will always land in England's lap
From the banning of the burqa
By the fool in baseball cap