england

it's been a long time since i've been with you, you may be grey-green but matchless and wide, i wanted to sniff at every inch of you, went to birmingham new street to take a ride, over aqueducts on a suspiciously panting train, high on diesel fumes i pondered on my way, i may like new york, bavaria or paris, but nothing compares to you, england, cause england's got steve harris, england, i know, i may have explained it somewhere before, but i swear it wasn't my idea to contrive that silly way, ok, i've got to admit this was, uhm, an improper try of a joke, but it rhymed and talking humour: you've got to know i'm just anosser german bloke, who loves afternoon tea, and bob catley and mr. bean, who loves to but miniature phone booths, and cute little snow globes raining snow, on a cute little queen, mostly you're jolly, at times you're frustrated, england, then rest assured: i also think penalty shootouts.are highly overrated, vienna has got mozart, chopin they had in paris, the catholics got the pope, england's got the beatles, and eve more so: england's got steve harris, england's got steve harris, and as if that was not enough for you: england's got bruce dickinson, and on top of it the other ones.in iron maiden too, yes, it's true, vienna's got the mozart ball, the frenchies they got paris, in rome they got the pope, who in turn they don't have in england, but england's got steve harris, i may like new york, bavaria or paris, but nothing compares to you, england, cause you got the magic bullet, england's got steve harris, england: inventors of def leppard. shakespeare. indian food. gary lineker. that bloke who did away with braveheart, et cetera. and so forth. good night