Little Englander

We think we’re import­ant
We are, we’re a car, we’re a shell

When you hit that city road
You sure give them hell

Are you sure he’s show­ing off
Or are you show­ing us yourself

Little Englander, Little Englander

In your search to be a star
You became the p
k you are

Little Englander, Little Englander
Little Englander, Little Englander

Judge me go on it amuses me
As you pickle through your tirade
You prattle on to the point of a laugh

Your Hieronymus Bosch — like soul
Betrays who you really are

Little Englander, Little Englander
Little Englander, Little Englander
Little Englander, Little Englander
Little Englander, Little Englander

Let me smash the plastic face of my coun­try
Let me smash the plastic face of my coun­try
My coun­try
My lovely country