Stiff Upper Lip
I don't think anyone can tell
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night
So now I feel like hell
But when I checked the mirror, I looked alright
I don't think anyone can see
When I've got my game face on
The road I'm travelling, it's unravelling
But there's no sign of anything wrong
I just keep it all buttoned up
I'm so good at concealing
You can ask me whatever you like
Except how I'm feeling
Isn't this the perfect English way?
You just get a grip
And you get on with your day
With a stiff upper lip
I don't think anyone can tell
My drinking's gone through the ceiling
But my mind is as clear as a bell
It just helps to numb the feeling
So I just keep it all wrapped up tight
So there's nothing revealing
I'm sure as kids we were taught it right
Not to show any feeling
You see I am an Englishman
Ta-ra and tootle-pip
I'll manage the best I can
With a stiff upper lip
Don't call the doctor
Don't call your mama; don't call a shrink
Take my advice, boys don't cry
In fact, it's best not to think
I just keep it all buttoned up
I'm so good at concealing
You can ask me whatever you like
Except how I'm feeling
You see I am an Englishman
Ta-ra and tootle-pip
I'll manage the best I can
With a stiff upper lip
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night
So now I feel like hell
But when I checked the mirror, I looked alright
I don't think anyone can see
When I've got my game face on
The road I'm travelling, it's unravelling
But there's no sign of anything wrong
I just keep it all buttoned up
I'm so good at concealing
You can ask me whatever you like
Except how I'm feeling
Isn't this the perfect English way?
You just get a grip
And you get on with your day
With a stiff upper lip
I don't think anyone can tell
My drinking's gone through the ceiling
But my mind is as clear as a bell
It just helps to numb the feeling
So I just keep it all wrapped up tight
So there's nothing revealing
I'm sure as kids we were taught it right
Not to show any feeling
You see I am an Englishman
Ta-ra and tootle-pip
I'll manage the best I can
With a stiff upper lip
Don't call the doctor
Don't call your mama; don't call a shrink
Take my advice, boys don't cry
In fact, it's best not to think
I just keep it all buttoned up
I'm so good at concealing
You can ask me whatever you like
Except how I'm feeling
You see I am an Englishman
Ta-ra and tootle-pip
I'll manage the best I can
With a stiff upper lip
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Writer(s): Simon Jacobs
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