A quick one, it's late Tuesday evening, and
I'm quickly typing this so I can down
Some beer, then go to bed and meet the sand-
man, whoever the fuck he is. From round
Here, no, from the States, maybe, things abound
From there, don't they, they churn shit out, just like
Britain used to do, but they'd surround
Our redcoats and shoot at us til we're spiked
Gratitude for spreading our white attack
Removing the natives, it then rebounds
On us, they remove us, karma astounds
But then though we're a monarchy, they hike
Us out of there like we're not cool, but sound
The Yanks out now, they like our Queen and throne!
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