England

It's been a long time since i've been with you
You may be grey-green but matchless and wide
I wanted to sniff at every inch of you
Went to Birmingham New Street to take a ride.

Over aqueducts on a suspiciously panting train
High on Diesel fumes I pondered on my way.

I may like New York, Bavaria or Paris
But nothing compares to you, England
Cause England's got Steve Harris.

England, I know
I may have explained it somewhere before
But I swear it wasn't my idea to contrive that silly way
OK, i've got to admit this was, uhm, an improper try of a joke
But it rhymed and talking humour
You've got to know I'm just anosser German bloke.

Who loves afternoon tea
And Bob Catley and Mr. Bean
Who loves to but miniature phone booths
And cute little snow globes raining snow
On a cute little queen.

Mostly you're jolly
At times you're frustrated, England
Then rest assured:
I also think penalty shootouts
Are highly overrated.

Vienna has got Mozart
Chopin they had in Paris (kind of)
The Catholics got the Pope
England's got The Beatles
And eve more so:
England's got Steve Harris.

England's got Steve Harris
And as if that was not enough for you
England's got Bruce Dickinson
And on top of it the other ones
In Iron Maiden too, yes, it's true.

Vienna's got the Mozart ball
The Frenchies they got Paris.

In Rome they got the Pope
Who in turn they don't have in England
But England's got Steve Harris.

I may like New York, Bavaria or Paris
But nothing compares to you, England
Cause you got the magic bullet
England's got Steve Harris.

England: inventors of Def Leppard...
Shakespeare...
Indian food... Gary Lineker...
That bloke who did away with Braveheart
Et cetera... And so forth... Good night.