Who says, there has to be a beach to wear a bathing suit?
Well I would lie on pebbles lavishly but Londons pebbles are dirt,
And I will paint with knives and guns to ensure that my art is incorrect,
And I would sleep on sheets of satin and eat my cigarettes.

But England has nothing more to offer me,
Well everything that I adore came well before 1984.

We are on a single island I hope you see,
And beyond our lowly country there is only the atlantic sea,
So I will burn a fire in Westminster using the door of Downing Street,
And when Tony rushes out complaining of a draft I'll let him warm his feet.

But England has nothing more to offer me,
Well everything that I adore came well before 1984.

So goodbye (goodbye),
Yeah I wish you all well,
But I can no longer thrive in England,
For I think that it is Hell.

So goodbye (goodbye),
Yeah I wish you all well,
But I can no longer thrive in England,
For I think that it is Hell.

This country has nothing more to offer me,
Well everything that I adore came well before 1984.

Everything that i adore came well before 1984.