Conversations With a Racist by Ren Stedman Lyrics
[Verse 1]
No sorry I speak English
I’m an English speaking man
I’ll fly to Benidorm or somewhere warm
Where when I speak they understand
I want takeaway not foreign food
A naan bread with my vindaloo
My daily diet must include
The chops I bought from LIDL
It’ll do
[Verse 2]
They took my job I’m on the scrap
See I could do his job in fact
He says he is a doctor but
My favourite show is Holby and
The council won’t give benefits
To me or all my dogs and kids
But they’ll come over here insisting
Bombs are real and war tore down his home (Home)
[Verse 3]
No sorry I speak English
I’m an English speaking man
I’ll blame the immigrants for incidents
At work and for the queues at checking out
I want my country back
A sing-a-along for war and that
We’ll drop the bombs and wave our flags
To rule Britannia we can’t stand the facts
That we are racist
No I’m not, my neighbour’s Muslimanian
But shit, well what’s his name again?
Something with an accent in it, oh (Oh)
[Verse 4]]
I’ll never vote for Corbyn
Someone said he hates the Jews
I’ll bet on Boris because Brexit
Isn’t anything to do
With other races, names or places
I don’t care how whatshisface is
In a cell with what his passport says is
Not a country that we'll play with, oh
No sorry I speak English
I’m an English speaking man
I’ll fly to Benidorm or somewhere warm
Where when I speak they understand
I want takeaway not foreign food
A naan bread with my vindaloo
My daily diet must include
The chops I bought from LIDL
It’ll do
[Verse 2]
They took my job I’m on the scrap
See I could do his job in fact
He says he is a doctor but
My favourite show is Holby and
The council won’t give benefits
To me or all my dogs and kids
But they’ll come over here insisting
Bombs are real and war tore down his home (Home)
[Verse 3]
No sorry I speak English
I’m an English speaking man
I’ll blame the immigrants for incidents
At work and for the queues at checking out
I want my country back
A sing-a-along for war and that
We’ll drop the bombs and wave our flags
To rule Britannia we can’t stand the facts
That we are racist
No I’m not, my neighbour’s Muslimanian
But shit, well what’s his name again?
Something with an accent in it, oh (Oh)
[Verse 4]]
I’ll never vote for Corbyn
Someone said he hates the Jews
I’ll bet on Boris because Brexit
Isn’t anything to do
With other races, names or places
I don’t care how whatshisface is
In a cell with what his passport says is
Not a country that we'll play with, oh