Loon

My mother tongue, it spoke so great
They spoke there it in pretty much every God-forsaken place It was the preferred language even of the Queen of England
Queen said we got Shakespeare, Churchill, Kennedy John Prine, Jane Austen, even Harper Lee
It's a treasure trove of prose unlike the likes of which this Queen she'd never seen

But what would mister Shakespeare think
Of the standards to which we sink
With all beauty seemingly exiled to The Moon
We got rockets to fire, and a linguistic flat tyre
And English is now the domain of the loon
Loon loon looooooon

My sweet Mama paints, Dad sings the blues
My kids, they'll never learn to tie their shoes
We watch the news, but the news, ain't really news anymore

In London, New York, Cape Town, Sydney
There's a line around the block where you can sell 'em your kidneys
If your money's all gone, cos it got spent war

But what would mister Shakespeare think
Of the standards to which we sink
With all beauty
Seemingly exiled to The Moon
We got microwave ovens and coffins by the dozen
And English remains the domain of the loon
Loon loon loon

Germany makes cars, China thinks big
Iraq pumps oil in it's Iraqi oil rigs
Africa's on the build, after a couple bad ideas
I ain't sure exactly why exactly we flushed this language down the can and this language began to flush
But I'm pretty sure a step back, couldn't do no harm

But what would mister Shakespeare think
Of the standards to which we sink
With all beauty
Seemingly exiled to The Moon
We're the stars of the show, they no longer wanna know,
English is now the domain of the loon
Loon loon loon