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English Scheme - The Fall
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene

Come see, come hear, the English Scheme.

The lower-class, want brass,
Bad chests, scrounge fags.
The clever ones tend to emigrate

Like your psychotic big brother, who left home

For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch
The commune crap, camp bop,
Middle-class, flip-flop

Guess that's why they end up in bands
He's the green piece in us all
He's the creep-creep in us all

Condescends to black men
Very nice to them
They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon

You got sixty hour weeks,
And stone stone toilet back-gardens

Peter Cook's jokes, bad d**e,
Check shirts, lousy groups
Point their fingers at America

Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge

Cycles our distant spastic heritage

It's a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head
If we was smart we'd emigrate