British Cuppa

From the album "The Key to a Happy Life - Disc 2"

Let's have a good old British cuppa, in a good old British cup,
From a good old British teapot - to fill us British up.
It's more invigorating than your whisky or your gin,
And if you've lost your mojo it restores your ding-a-ling!

Let's have a good old British cuppa, in a good old British cup,
With a good old British scone (or scone) to mop the whole lot up.
In a good old British tea shop in a place like Whitley Bay,
With waitresses in pinnies crying, 'Homemade jam today.'

Let's have a good old British cuppa, in a good old British cup,
If it's too hot for granny from the saucer she may sup.
You can keep your foreign bistros with their vino and café au lait,
And we don't want floor scrapings, so no tea bags no way.

Let's have a good old British cuppa, you never can have enough,
Who cares about the weather, whether the weather is rough.
The rain it may be falling like the end of the world is nigh,
But already we're in heaven - in a tea shop warm and dry.

Let's have a good old British cuppa, with a British delicacy,
Like bread and butter pudding or cake from old Dundee.
Or maybe you'd like cheese on toast - it really can't be beat,
But none of your gorgonzola - what smells like granddad's feet.

Let's have a good old British cuppa, in a good old British cup,
And cheers to all us British, with the best of British luck.
And you can keep your pink champagne what goes off with a pop,
I'd rather have a cuppa though it's cheaper than the lot.

Let's have a good old British cuppa, in a good old British cup,
From a good old British teapot - no, none of your foreign muck.
It may be controversial to disregard the rest:
But apart from the cricket, the football, the weather, the traffic jams, the reality TV, greecy fast food, overcrowded trains, the litter, the so-called music, the over-priced beer… and of course… …this lousy government - British is the best. Cheers!