Back in 1940
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My Grandfather died
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Fightin¡¯ in a spitfire
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Over at Kent countryside
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Since then my country
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never really got back off its knees
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Uncle Joe put paid to
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that and I was born late seventies
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I heard that over in England
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men were gettin¡¯ paid
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More than I earn in a week
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working just one day
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I thought, ¡°What the Hell?
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I¡¯ll go give it my best shot.¡±
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Yeah, it¡¯s gotta be better than nothin¡¯
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And that¡¯s exactly what I¡¯ve got
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I caught a train and I headed west to sail across the sea
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Pretty soon I had a job workin¡¯ in a factory
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Well, the work was hard
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It was hot as Hell
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My fingers bleed and my blisters swelled
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Long, long hours back racked with pain
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Just me and Sergei
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from Ukraine
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When I¡¦ When I got my first paycheck
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It was minus food and board
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¡°Not much left for me.¡± I thought
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So this is my reward
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So when my
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first night off in ten
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I wandered into town
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Yeah, I just
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wanted to have some fun
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And have a look around
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I met a girl oh, oh, oh
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She had blond hair and curls oh, oh, oh
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We got along¡¦
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I sung her a Polish love song
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We were kissin¡¯ in the car park
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When I heard someone come up behind me
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Suddenly I¡¯m surrounded
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by a group of men who what to hurt me
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They said "You're not
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welcome in our country.
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We¡¯re sick of givin¡¯ to all and
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sundry
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I don¡¯t work to try and rob
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I said, ¡°Mr. you
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wouldn't want my job.¡±
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And then I¡¯m down on the floor
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Their boots connecting with my jaw
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Round, round,
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round my head is spinning
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I don't think I can take much more
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My girl is screamin¡¯
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I think I¡¯m going to be killed
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Just like my grandfather
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My Polish blood on England's soil is spilt
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Just like my grandfather
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My Polish blood
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On England soil is spilt
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Polish Love Song
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Hard-Fi |