Mc Lars - Uk Visa Versa lyrics

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Hey England let's kick itCops without guns and the NMEShould I watch the BBC or should I watch the BBC?Look at these crazy coins, is this Lord of the Rings?Pounds and pence and Princes and Queens?Flipside experience, well not reallyMore familiar than Russia or ChileUp for cricket or squash, or the London zoo?Look, you hate George Bush and we do tooFab music scene, though, UK bands are aceAnd you guys are the most polite of the human raceFish and chips, crumpets, bangers and mashShakespeare, Donne, Sid Vicious and the ClashYou love our movies, we kind of like yoursWe love the way you talk, "please help help us in these wars"You stopped staying "fab," we stopped saying "groovy"Our Scotland is Canada; you saw the South Park movie[Chorus]I love England and visa versaAmerican perspective in these Visa versesTea time? Jolly good! Caffeine rushLook, a red a phone booth and a double-decker busI love you England, so let's both ignoreThe Boston Tea Party, and that silly East Coast warOxford, London, and Guildford tooRockin' your P.A.'s when I come to visit youThe Florida incident? Democracy at workBut we've still got love for your boy Edmund BurkeIf it weren't for us, you'd be speaking GermanBut then we gave you Hanson and Pee Wee HermanYou gave us the Beatles, and you gave us the WhoWe gave you Kris Kross and Vanilla Ice tooYou gave us "Chicken Run" and the TeletubiesWe gave you McDonald's and got you chubbyYou think we're all Trailer Trash obnoxious and noisyBut that's just Springer, Ricki Lake, and BoiseWe're friendly and fake and proud of our nationOverweight, wasting gas, hedonic civilizationWe're sue-happy mad overworked compulsive winnersStrong facade but insecure, just think Seymour SkinnerWe're obsessed with image, old age and fatTechnology, death, and our dogs and catsThe superbowl, shopping, S.U.V.s and moneySanta Claus, hygiene and the Easter BunnyBut bigger is better and we love our T.VFrom L.A. to Boston, to Nashville, TennesseeAnd yes 1/4 of Americans own gunsIn case you come back to punish your sonsBut Mother Britain listen, there's still a tie that binds usThe U.S. isn't perfect, you don't have to remind us[Repeat Chorus]