National Song

There is no land like England Where banks rise day by day, There are no banks like English banks To make the people pay. There is no such land of castles Where an Englishman is free To read his smutty literature With muffins at his tea. Chorus: For the French have comic papers Not that nice Britons read 'em, But the bawdy little Britons Have bank sharks to bleed 'em And to keep an eye on their readin' matter Lest they should overhear the distressing chatter Of the new economical theories And ask inconvenient queetfes.