Somewhere in a town in England
lay a babe with a curious smile
He was of your father's children
Born each side of a dry-stone mile

He grew up through the schools and factories,
Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold
Grey towers built high on that Kingdom
with apartments still unsold

Somewhere in a town in England
Could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham
And were you made in
England's green and pleasant land

He accepts no unemployment
and is to indeterminate station bred
Is possessed of skills and reason
Flies the flag upon his head

Watches the democratic process
grind it's way through the Commons cold
Filled with fiery infiltrators
who would pave the streets with England's gold