When I Get Back to Blighty Songtext
von Paul Heaton + Jacqui Abbott

When I get back to Blighty
I′m gonna kiss that shore
'Cause the further that I sail from thee
I only love thee more

When I get back to Blighty
I may actually love you less
′Cause you may be, 'cause you may be pointing
A little too far west

The bus driver ain't smokin′
Or swiggin′ from black can
But whilst he was texting
He nearly killed a man

The bus queue all Twittered
About the near miss
And the rag 'n′ bone man's wearing high-vis
And the rag ′n' bone man′s wearing high-vis


See, the spirit of old Blighty
Ain't making deals on phone
It's drinking in a backstreet pub
′Til 12 midnight alone

The real Clint Eastwood
The real Lee Van Cleef
Ended up in a bar in Hull
Minus all of their teeth

When I get back to Blighty
I′ll be sure to kiss that coast
'Cause of all the rotten places
I miss this rot the most

When I get back to Blighty
I won′t salute your queen
I'll salute the real people
The history they′ve seen

The phone ain't working
And the bus shelter′s smashed
And all the 'Help for Harry's′
Are bleeding for your cash


Now the shock and awe
Replaced pie and mash, oh
This country is out on the lash
This country is out on the lash

See, the spirit of old Blighty
Ain′t making deals on phone
It's drinking in a backstreet pub
′Til 12 midnight alone

The real Clint Eastwood
The real Lee Van Cleef
Ended up in a bar in Hull
Minus all of their teeth

It's 11 a.m
It′s blue upon blue in the sky
But everyone around agrees
Oh, Phil Collins, Phil Collins must die

A white T-shirt and faded jeans
Just, just an ordinary guy
But prisoner to his tax returns
Oh, Phil Collins, Phil Collins must die

Oh, he must die, oh, yeah
Ooh woah, woah, woah
He must die
Ooh, yeah, Phil Collins must die

He must die, oh, yeah
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, die, ooh, ooh, woah, woah