"Dentures Out" lyrics
"Dentures Out"
Britain's old and rather thin
I saw her with her dentures out, she put them in
Then mumbled something indistinct which might have been
"Nostalgia I love you"
Britain's wise after the fact
You have to give the old lady
Time to react
And now that she has learned
That facts aren't really facts
Nostalgia, she loves you!
See the ranks of non-achievers
Wear the look of true believers
Freedoms come and freedoms vanish
Ask the Poles and watch the Spanish
Britain can seem slightly smug
She likes to drink her beverage from her own mug
With on its side a picture of a tiny dug
Nostalgia, we love you
Blame the Jocks and blame the Paddys
Blame the scourge of absent daddies
Proof there is if proof were needed
That the right-wing press succeeded
Britain's old and rather thin
I saw her with her dentures out, she put them in
And mumbled something indistinct which might have been
"Nostalgia I love you"
Writer(s): Charles Stobo Reid, Craig Morris Reid
- AZLyrics
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- The Proclaimers Lyrics
album:
"Dentures Out" (2022)
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