England – Edguy – letras

It’s been a long time since I’ve been with youYou may be grey-greenBut matchless and wideI wanted to sniff at every inch of youWent to Birmingham New StreetTo take a rideOver adqueducts on a suspiciously panting trainHigh on Diesel fumes I poundered on my wayI may like New York, Bavaria or ParisBut nothing comapres to you, EnglandCause England’s got Steve HarrisEngland, I knowI may have explained it somewhere beforeBut I swear it wasn’t my ideaTo contrieve that silly wayOkay, I’ve got to admitThis was, uhm, an improper try of a jokeBut it rhymed and talking humourYou’re to know I’m just anosserGerman blokeWho loves afternoon teaAnd Bob Catley and Mr. BeanWho loves to buy miniature phone boothsAnd cute little snow globes raining snowOn a cute little queenMostly you’re jollyAt times you’re frustrated, EnglandThen rest assuredI also think penalty shootoutsare highly overratedVienna has got MozartChopin they had in Paris (kind of)The Catholics got the popeEngland’s got the BeatlesAnd even more soEngland’s got Steve Harris(Solo)England’s got Steve HarrisAnd as if that was not enough for youEngland’s got Bruce DickinsonAnd on top of it the other onesin Iron Maiden too, yes it’s trueVienna’s got the Mozart ballThe Frenchies they got ParisIn Rome they got the popeWho in turn they don’t have in EnglandBut England’s got Steve HarrisI may like New York, Bavaria or ParisBut nothing compares to you, EnglandCause you got the magic bulletEngland’s got Steve HarrisEngland: inventors of Def LeppardShakespeareIndian food. Gary LinekerThe bloke who did away with BraveheartEt cetera… and so forth… good night