There are ladders up the buildings
16th century architecture
Eyes to the future, the heritage board
Put your history in the lock on banks,
And it struck me that your reason
sounded just like an admission
we can start a new tradition
is at the heart of each denial
The traders bring the corporation
We could pack up the kids
and just get the hell away
But I like to spit and shine
You'll go forging your relations
with some partners overseas
make you weak at the knees
always gives those boys a laugh
If you'll find a cheeto shaped like Jesus,
then they'll want you autographed
and just get the hell away
From the mud on our feet,
from the games that they play
But I like to spit and shine,
Raise that blackboard and keys
To England, oh England, you sing
Shine, shine, shine, silver sea
The rice and lentils swim,
learn to parlay with the natives
Those cheap Versace knockoffs,
aren't they just the greatest?
Send the children on a gap year
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 love on our feet,
But I like the spit and shine,