Sixty
Years
Some people
say a nation is made outa minds
The Third World’s made outa some strange kinds
Muscle and Blood and Financial Woes
A land full of meek and a Government full of foes
You spend sixty years, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh God don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I’m waiting for the Brits to come back for more
We were born in this land with hope for a life
We toiled all day and struggled with strife
Though sixty fine years have come and gone
The big bosses kids, they think nothings wrong.
You spend sixty years, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh God don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I’m waiting for the Brits to come back for more
We were raised in this land in sun and rain
Fightin' and trouble are our middle names
Corruption and power have enveloped he sand
There’s no hope for us except to sing with the band
You spend sixty years, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh God don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I’m waiting for the Brits to come back for more
If you see the writing you better take it in stride
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
An Elephant on crutches, the Hand of Evil
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
You spend sixty years, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh God don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I’m waiting for the Brits to come back for more
The Third World’s made outa some strange kinds
Muscle and Blood and Financial Woes
A land full of meek and a Government full of foes
You spend sixty years, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh God don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I’m waiting for the Brits to come back for more
We were born in this land with hope for a life
We toiled all day and struggled with strife
Though sixty fine years have come and gone
The big bosses kids, they think nothings wrong.
You spend sixty years, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh God don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I’m waiting for the Brits to come back for more
We were raised in this land in sun and rain
Fightin' and trouble are our middle names
Corruption and power have enveloped he sand
There’s no hope for us except to sing with the band
You spend sixty years, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh God don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I’m waiting for the Brits to come back for more
If you see the writing you better take it in stride
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
An Elephant on crutches, the Hand of Evil
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
You spend sixty years, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Oh God don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I’m waiting for the Brits to come back for more
[apologies
to Mr. Tennessee Ernie Ford]
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