Does anyone have the rest of the lyrics for a song that goes -

The Englishman is noted for his sang froid
Translated that's his usual bloody cold
And he loves his pipe and slippers
And the missus and the nippers
And he's happy simply growing old
...
All the French and the Italians
Chase their women round like stallions
But the Englishman's a suet crude
He's afraid the neighbours might be told,
The Englishman and his usual bloody cold.
...
He is still of the opinion
That the folk in each dominion,
Regard him as a great white chief.
...
And when the Armageddon comes and all the world is dust,
And men must come to judgment as we know they surely must,
He'll be there with his umbrella neatly furled,
The Englishman and his usual bloody cold,
The Englishman and his usual bloody cold.