I want your English countryside I’ll sip on your tea, you can be Prince Philip and I’ll be the Queen, count degrees in Celsius and frequent all the pubs, cook some goose and turkey and I’ll mix up both their rubs.
Like Clarkson and Hammond, we’ll weather storms together, I will be your lassie, and we’ll be on our jolly good way, be my Siegfried Farnon, or my James Herriot, you’ll be saying oy lass, and I’ll be following your lead, lead, lead, lead!
All the good ones are dead or taken, all around the whole USA, so I’ll be on a plane to Europe, won’t stop along the way, maybe my proper European gentleman, will hold the door for me, cuz god knows every guy I find here, won’t treat me like Burberry.
I’ll be your Lewis Hamilton and take you round the track, even if we end up crashing in the Land Rover, Land Rover. I vow to knight you when I find that you’re the one, I’m spicy with a little sweet but you’re as sweet as rum.
Like Holmes and Watson, we’ll weather storms together, I will be your fraulein, and we’ll be on our jolly good way, be my Tristan Farnon, or my Richard Carmody, you’ll be saying oy lass, and I’ll be following your lead, lead, lead, lead!
All the good ones are dead or taken, all around the whole USA, so I’ll be on a plane to Europe, won’t stop along the way, maybe my proper European gentleman, will hold the door for me, cuz god knows every guy I find here, won’t treat me like Burberry.
I do not sag, I’m a luxury bag, so treat me like I’m princess Kate, I want the Benz, gold and silver, and diamond rings out on a plate. I can’t find a guy, who will give me priceless love in the USA, but I’m too awesome to treat badly, so treat me like Burberry.
All the good ones are dead or taken, all around the whole USA, so I’ll be on a plane to Europe, won’t stop along the way, maybe my proper European gentleman, will hold the door for me, cuz god knows every guy I find here, won’t treat me like Burberry.
M.A.L.C.O.L.M
