I`VE BEEN SO SAD
SINCE YOU SAID MY ACCENT WAS BAD
HE`S WORN A FROWN
THIS CALEDONIAN CLOWN
(CHORUS)
I`M JUST GOING TO HAVE TO LEARN TO HESITATE
TO MAKE SURE MY WORDS
ON YOUR YOUR SAXON EARS DON`T GRATE
BUT I WOULDN`T KNOW A SINGLE WORD TO SAY
IF I FLATTENED ALL THE VOWELS
AND THROW THE `R` AWAY
YOU SAY THAT IF I WANT TO GET AHEAD
THE LANGUAGE I USE SHOULD BE LEFT FOR DEAD
IT DOESN`T PLEASE YOUR EARS
AND THOUGH YOU TELL IT LIKE A LEG PULL
I THINK YOU`RE STILL FULL OF JOHN BULL
YOU JUST REFUSE TO HEAR
SOME DAYS I STAND
ON YOUR GREEN AND PLEASANT LAND
HOW DARE I SHOW FACE
WHEN MY DICTION IS SUCH A DISGRACE
OH WHAT CAN I DO
TO BE UNDERSTOOD BY YOU
PERHAPS FOR SOME MONEY
I COULD TALK LIKE A BEE DRIPPING HONEY