Blighty

Well I’ve got a really bad feeling about us*
It’s like trying to stand up
When you’ve been hit by a gust of wind
I’ve spent so many years just hanging around
Now it’s time to go back to my home town
You know
London is calling
I don’t understand it
But I’m on my way
I don’t need a reason
Feels like holiday season
And I’m on my way
Back to Blighty again
Well I’ve got a really bad feeling about us
It’s too hard to sort out
It’s too hard to discuss
I’ve spent so many years just traveling around
Now it’s time to go back to my home town
And what I wouldn’t do
For a little bit of filthy weather
(sometimes)
What I wouldn’t give for a late ride
In a black cab or a double-decker
'Cause I’ve got a really bad feeling about us
It’s like trying to stand up
When you’ve been hit by a gust of wind
Well there’s so many things
I don’t really understand
It’s like trying to be a woman
It’s like trying to be a good man!
You know
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