full english brexit

my neighbours don't drink at the local, or have kippers for breakfast like me, the food that they eat smells disgusting, they'd rather drink coffee than tea, it's true that their kids are respectful, they gave me their seat on the bus, but it's just that there's so many of them, that i fear what will become of us, i'm not racist, all i want is, to make things how they used to be, but change is strange and, nobody's listening to me, i cheered when our side won the cold war, spread freedom and peace all around, now there's folks speaking russian in tesco's, it's a shame the wall had to come down, i know some are fleeing from war zones, to keep their young children from harm, but my parents stayed put through the blitz years, and me? i was sent to a farm, yeah the sun shines, but sometimes, i don't feel like this is my country, but to say so? oh no, i never get no sympathy, once we ruled over an empire, so it feels like some kind of defeat, to comply with rules drawn up by strangers, and measure in metres not feet, we don't want to go but by jingo, if we can't be in charge, then we must, but don't be offended, dear neighbour, it's not you: this is all about us, but it's alright, alright, i think i've found a remedy, yes it's alright, gonna be alright, it's a full english brexit for me