Roll down my Oxford English chest
I ought to carry you the best
In the cradle of my sugar rich tongue
Although you yearn to be
I cannot quite believe
That you haven't been before
Forget the hang ups of The West
You're 19 wayfarer
Washing off the sunshine sweats
Forgetting the hang ups of The West
We might as well do this properly
Take it's body down to the sea
This Imperial Mess is bloated at best
Forget the hang ups of The West
Before.....
Forget the hang ups of The West