Goodbye to the Country

We'll say goodbye to the old place Don't look at the faces left I'm sure it'll be good fun Making money at your kids' expense To a place where everything's easy Feeding my baby with stamps And if they ask, why did you come? (Don't you know) there's a real war on? (Did the papers not) tell you about it? Don't you worry, I will be fine (With a knife at my neck and my very last dime) I got a job in an office block (With a swish canteen and an Oxbridge tie) And if I get sick my sister will treat me (I hear it's all free and so a- f- f- easy) And if they ask, why did you come? (Don't you know) there's a real war on? (Did the papers not) tell you about it? (Don't you know) there's a real war on? (Did the papers not) tell you? And if they ask, why did you come? And if they say I should go home Send me back where I belong Take a walk with me, I'll show you some (So you know) (So you know)