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Thread #8960   Message #3642080
Posted By: GUEST,Gordon
14-Jul-14 - 12:49 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: L'Anglais avec Son Sang Froid (P Roberts)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: L'Anglais avec Son Sang Froid (P Roberts)
I still have the original records but I also know most of the songs off by heart:

2nd verse:
And he never says a word if he can help it
that's why people say he's always full of phelm
he quite unmoved by atom bombs and rockets to the sun
he never speaks to strangers for that simply isn't done
but when cricket starts his fury's uncontrolled
the Englishman with his usual bloody cold.

3rd Verse:
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Englishman could not be called romantic
his technique is not particularly good
all the French and the Italians chase their women round like stallions
but the Englishman's a suet pud
and the slightest demonstration of affection
he regards as rather infra-dig
He says the way the French behave is absolutely nuts
he'd like to try it really but he hasn't got the guts
he's scared to death the neighbours might be told
the Englishman with his usual bloody cold

4th verse:

Oh the Englishman has lots of little foibles
and some of them are quite beyond belief
for he's still of the opinion that the folk in each Dominion
all regard him as the big white chief
but despite all these peculiar delusions
beneath it all there beats a heart of gold
and when the Amageddon comes and all the world is dust
and man will come to judgement as we know he surely must
he'll be there with his umbrella neatly rolled
the Englishman with his usual bloody cold.