Из альбома: This Is the Story
I've been so sad
Since you said my accent was bad
He's worn a frown
This Caledonian clown
I'm just going to have to learn to hesitate
To make sure my words
On your Saxen ears don't grate
But I wouldn't know a single word to say
if I flattened all the vowels
And threw the 'R' away
You say that if I want to get ahead
The language I use should he left for dead
it doesn't please your ears
And though you tell it like a leg pull
I think your still full of John Bull
You just refuse to bear
Some days I stand
on your green and pleasant land
Now dare I show face
When my diction is such a disgrace
Oh what can I do
To be understood by you
Perhaps for some money
I could talk like a bee dripping honey.