Britain’s old and rather thin
I saw her with her dentures out
She put them in
Then mumbled something indistinct
Which might have been
Nostalgia I love you

Britain’s wise after the fact
You have to give the old lady
Time to react
And now that she has learned
That facts aren’t really facts
Nostalgia, she loves you!

See the ranks of non-achievers
Wear the look of true believers
Freedoms come and freedoms vanish
Ask the Poles and watch the Spanish

Britain can seem slightly smug
She likes to drink her beverage
From her own mug
With on it’s side a picture of
A tiny dug
Nostalgia, we love you

Blame the Jocks and blame the Paddys
Blame the scourge of absent daddies
Proof there is if proof were needed
That’s the right-wing press succeeded

Britain’s old and rather thin
I saw her with her dentures out
She put them in
And mumbled something indistinct
Which might have been
Nostalgia I love you