When I arrive eyes wide fired up,
Tried not to slide and let the side down, Now the
Planes on the ground I'll find a good profession, it's 1957,
I've come to the mother land to make a home to put my bed in,
This weather does my head in some people are less than kind I wish,
Mamma was here so I could unwind
But I'm supposed to be the good news, so I lace up these hard black shoes
and look more work, the streets whenever paved with gold they simply make my feet hurt they just make my feet hurt
Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,
To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,
In this land of hope and glory,
You'd think there's enough for us all
You'd think there's enough for us all
When I arrive eyes wide petrified,
Tried not to cry and let the side down, Now the
planes on the ground Its 20 years later mammas in the arrival lounge,
I take a few seconds to kiss her
Then look around at what's happened to my home town,
What's going on, but papa doesn't look too strong,
Rush home in a cab, windows up, now I hear dad cough,
we gotta get in before they switch the lights and water off,
for the night, I have to get to know the guard dogs, cause they bite,
Progress just pass us by, to the right
Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,
To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,
In this land of hope and glory,
You'd think there's enough for us all
You'd think there's enough for us all
Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love,
To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call,
In this land of hope and glory,
You'd think there's enough for us all
You'd think there's enough for us all