Last year we took a chance, and went to Paree, France,
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But all those can-cannin' girls led us quite a dance.
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They Folies Bergeries ain't all they seem to be
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'Cos when a girl says "No, no," she means "Ooh arr, oui, oui!"
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Chorus: So give me England every time, my dear,
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Give me England any time of year
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Come on everybody raise a cheer, far and near,
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For the birds and the booze, now that summer's here!
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And when bouzoukis played a Grecian serenade,
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We shed a tear in our beer for the price we paid.
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"This ain't no place to be," complained old Jimmy Lee,
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"Ain't got no bingo, the lingo's all Greek to me! "
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Repeat Chorus
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I'll never go again, across to sunny Spain,
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To serenade a senorita 'neath her window pane;
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What a palaver, on the Costa Brava -
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I didn't know the Matador was her father!
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Repeat Chorus
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In nineteen seventy, we went to Italy,
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To sample all the delights down in Napoli.
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The signorinas there could not be keener there
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'Cos I've a scar from her Dad to prove that I was there!
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Repeat Chorus
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Give Me England
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| The Wurzels |
