There are ladders up the buildings
On the streets downtown
Sixteenth Century architecture
Gets the locals down
Eyes to the future
The Heritage Board
Puts your history in the lock up
Banks the interest offshore Well it struck me that your reason
Sounded just like an admission
Come lie with me baby
We could start a new tradition
But a little bone of truth
Is at the heart of each denial
And the traders bring the corporation
Out in single-file We could pack up the kids and just get the hell away
But I like the spit and shine so I guess I'll stay You'll go forging your relations
With some partner overseas
And the s**y reshuffle
Will make you week at the knees
And the cutest little bigot
Always gives those boys a laugh
You'll find a cheeto shaped like Jesus
And then they'll want your autograph We could pack up the kids and just get the hell away
From the mud on our feet and the games that they play
But I like the spit and shine so I guess I'll stay Raise that flag to fallen kings
To England oh England you sing
Shine shine shine the silver sea
The rats have learned to swim it seems to me Work hard out in China
Learn to parlez with the natives
Those cheap Versace knock-offs
Darling aren't they just the greatest
Send the children on the gap year
To travel the Far East
Then settle down into retirement
In a bargain pad in Greece We could pack up the kids and just get the hell away
From the mud on our feet and the games that they play
But I like the spit and shine so I guess I'll stay
I guess I'll stay