Little Englander

We think we're important

We are, we're a car, we're a shell

When you hit that city road

You sure give them hell

Are you sure he's showing off?

Or are you showing us yourself?

Little Englander, Little Englander

In your search to be a star

You became the prick you are

Little Englander, Little Englander

Little Englander, Little Englander

Judge me go on, it amuses me

As you pickle through your tirade

You prattle on to the point of a laugh

Your Hieronymus Bosch-like soul

Betrays who you really are

Little Englander, Little Englander

Little Englander, Little Englander

Little Englander, Little Englander

Little Englander, Little Englander

Let me smash the plastic face of my country

Let me smash the plastic face of my country

My country, my lovely country