[Verse 1]
When I get back to Blighty
I'm gonna kiss that shore
Cause the further that I sail from thee
I only love thee more

When I get back to Blighty
I may actually love you less
Cause you may be, cause you may be pointing
A little too far west

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Bus driver ain't smokin'
Or swiggin' from black can
But whilst he was texting
He nearly killed a man

The bus queue all Twittered
About the near miss
And the rag 'n' bone man's wearing
High-vis
And the rag 'n' bone man's wearing
High-vis

[Chorus]
See, the spirit of old Blighty
Ain't making deals on phone
It's drinking in a backstreet pub
Till 12 midnight alone
The real Clint Eastwood
The real Lee Van Cleef
Ended up in a bar in Hull
Minus all of their teeth

[Verse 2]
When I get back to Blighty
I'll be sure to kiss that coast
Cause of all the rotten places
I miss this rot the most

When I get back to Blighty
I won't salute your queen
I'll salute the real people
The history they've seen

[Pre-Chorus 2]
The phone ain't working
And the bus shelter's smashed
And all the 'Help for Harry's
Are bleeding for your cash

Now the shock and awe
Replaced pie and mash
This country is out on the lash
This country is out on the lash
[Chorus]

[Bridge]
It's 11 a.m
It's blue upon blue in the sky
But everyone around agrees
Oh, Phil Collins, Phil Collins must die

A white T-shirt and faded jeans
Just, just an ordinary guy
But prisoner to his tax returns
Oh, Phil Collins, Phil Collins must die

Oh, he must die
Oh yeah
Ooh woah woah, woah
He must die
Ooh yeah
Phil Collins must die
He must die
Oh yeah
Woah woah, woah
Yeah, die
Ooh ooh woah, woah