Two Glass Eyez

We cast off and set sail from Dover
We head for the sun to Calais
We shall prevail, With two dozen ales
and a Drum of spice rum on the way
Brit invaders,Booze crusaders
We plundered the cheese ham and snide bread
The canvas replaced by the bars
Sunstroked and wishing we were dead
Our lobster skin's our calling card
Then from the shade, We surge for the stage
Sail to the east, For maidens and priests
At sun down, it's our town
We squandered our treasure in Deutchland
They danced for our pleasure in 'dam
Burned but alive,But we must survive
With noodles and old tins of spam
Stoned, broke, with sunstroke
Brit invaders, Booze crusaders



Credits
Writer(s): Stuart Pendergast
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