| Euro Us Into Europe Long lanky island between Ireland and France, Don't want to join in a European dance. Coin of the realm fills their piggy banks, Languages are difficult - only talk to Yanks. Only 60 million people but Britannia rules the waves, Keep thinking that way and you'll always be the slaves. Wake up and smell the coffee you really aren't all fools, Now is the time for the Brits to wave the rules. The Euro makes the hols so cheap they don't know what they're missin'. Lose a fortune when they go abroad - the banks call it commission. Every time they go abroad they drop a big percent, Straight in the pocket of the bank teller gent. The end is nigh the people sigh for our almighty quid, It's so absurd it now appears as fishy as a squid. The pound is dead - you have a choice the Euro or the dollar "You row us into Europoe now !" let every body holler. |
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