An English Girl for Me
a silly song for Chanti
I sing of an English girl whom I know
Who doesn't consider me common nor low
Who never says I'm "geschmacklos" and so
To hell with those cruel continentals
Who never understood the fundamentals
Of decency especially to me
An English girl for me and wouldn't you agree
That the ability to laugh is half the battle?
Nor have her people ever treated mine like cattle
But all that's in the past I suppose they would say
Except they keep treating me like that today
I've got your "geschmacklos" I've got it right here
Take along some raspberries and a Bronx cheer
I may be a mongrel but mongrels can bite
And I might be mixed-up but part of me's right
My father's English after all and I'd a damn sight
Rather not bother with people who look down on me
Are cross and bossy whether here or across the sea
+Steven Curtis Lance
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