is England. This knife of Sheffield steel. This is England. This is how we feel Time on his hands, the freezing in those clothes. He won't go for the carrot, they beat him by the pole. Some sunny
They say the immigrants steal the hubcaps of respected gentlemen. They say it would be wine and roses if England were for Englishmen again I saw a dirty overcoat at the foot of the pillar of the
I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle. I had a quit-me father, had a love-me mother. I had Little Richard and that black piano. Oh that sweet Georgia Peach and the boy from Tupelo Oh, I was