This town would be better if it was on fire
out to a uncle hen's grave
Use of tabloids for candling
And the cabbies would curse
and the hawkers would cry
And the rest would just grumble
till their turn would die
And the fish and chips vendors
would be fuel for the fire
had to have his stones thrown
From the cruel world around it
Great Britain, good riddance, goodbye
Great Britain, good riddance,
And the bobbies would curse
and the cabbies would crash
And the rest would just grumble
And the fish and chips vendors
would run for their lives
And the tea time would come
and the cups would run dry
And I know it's half a stone's throw
From the cool world around it
And then I know it's no better than I
Great Britain, good riddance,
Great Britain, good riddance,
Great Britain, good riddance,