I’m British

I begin every sentence with an apology
Sorry that's the case. that's just British policy
Probably the case with, everything in honesty
I use ten words when two would do, honestly
I'm British and that makes me unique
At least I think so, when I hear you speak
See we used to have an empire, but we got a little cocky
Like haha, Johnny foreigner, I'd like to see you stop me
And sure enough, we rhubarb crumbled
Now in every town, all the drunk teens stumble
I'm rather glad really, it made us more humble
Come and ask me where I'm from, dear boy, I won't mumble
I'm British, I don't want to be fantastic
Just adequate, and if I'm nice it's probably sarcastic
Ridiculously cynical that's what we're like
If you can't take a joke, get on your bike

I'm British, like a clotted cream tea
Apologetic Morris dancer then you must be me
I'm British, like the wickets in Cricket
Like crikey, blimey, nice one, wicked
I'm British, as a fat dame in a panto
Like Wodehouse, Orwell, Wells and Poe
So if you're down with the Brits then make some noise
But if you'd rather not, that's fine

We're ever so nice to our pets
And we know not to work too hard
We're inventive, accepting, eccentric
And yes, I suppose we're a bit bizarre
But if you delight in celebrities taken down
Just because of the way they live
Or you can feel bleak joy in a seaside town
As the rain pours down on your chips
Or you can drink ten pints of Adnams
Without ever breaking your stride
Or repress your emotions and passions
And bury them deep inside
Then I've kept a room in a cramped B&B
With a TV, that only shows BBC2
And I have the keys right here
I've been keeping them just for you

I'm British, as Williams, James, Hattie Jacques
School dinners, roast dinners, massive cakes
I'm British, as a chimney sweep (Chim chim cheree!)
Or a professor in a pith accompanied by Chimpanzees
So if you're down with the Brits then put your hands in the air
But if you'd rather not, that's fine, actually
I mean I don't want to cause too much of a fuss

Well, at this point I'd just like to take a moment to apologise on behalf of Britain for all the things that we've brought to the world
Simon Cowell, for example, and eh, Jim Davidson. Fox hunting. Black pudding. Racism
But most of all, we're all terribly, terribly sorry about Piers Morgan