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letra de little britain - the manor

[intro: sir winston churchill]
i expect that the battle of britain is about to begin. upon this battle depends the survival of christian civilization. upon it depends our own british life, and the long continuity of our inst-tutions and our empire. the whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us

[chorus: jonny dutch]
woah this one’s for britain
kids in the playground, mums in the kitchen
yoo mi say mi see no evil
i see good this is for the people
woah out to the nation
nans at the bingo, dads at the races
yoo mi say mi see no evil
i see good this is for the people

[verse 1: danny graft]
i’m feeling like ian beale, i could never get k!lled
even on my last tenner i’ve got jokes like[?]
and tim and ella did, i’m keith lemon big
chilling like [?] eating eggs benedict
local legend, pork pie and desmond
shake twenty hands when i walk by the entrance
fourty-five benson, i’m jonny rotten
chain smoke my snout my name’s dot cotton
and i feel like chicken tonight
eating uncle ben’s rice looking like steve colins
i’m too honest when i smash it like [?]
or ant and dec dping cat deeley
last minute just got it in jonny wilks
rolling out the rave with some dwight york silks
on my high horse with a six-foot sort
i’m rod stewart, son, you know i had to do it

[verse 2: jonny dutch]
feelin’ feelin like philly philly mitch-ll rucking in the queen vic’
boidem on the scene “no one saw it?” nah we missed it
sweeney in the district, nabbing all the misfits
frankie b, wembley, right hook brick it
gus on the streets, dog on the lead
tramp by the bin singing come on eileen
loud! coming out swinging like rick
hatton and we’re battered in the very last round
ruddock on the beer merse on the gear
focus on my face like the gaffers in my ear
euro ’96 stuey pearce in the kit
god save that queen, sing it like we’re in the blitz
carol’s baby fada’, valdo at the masters
f-ck the police rip smiley culture
ratty with the one-seven-nine on his chest
i’ll salute that boy till the day that i’m dead

[verse 3: scotty stacks]
hussle hard, hussle proper, hussle br-ss, hussle copper
south london hit the hussle like my family name was trotter
swagging on them, del boy with the clobber
monday morning down the market with my sideman rodders (plonker!)
smash the granny out of them like wazza
might haffa’ shed a tear for the cause like gazza
c-ss pennant i’m legend in the manor
so real i’m winston churchill f-ck obama
badder than bricktop ‘ard as the pikey
you better call bullettooth tony to find me
gun blast from lennox, tyson couldn’t bite
smash up the nineteen-ninetys i’m wrighty
you could see me put a couple tackles in on savage
i’ve got twenty-six goals that’s the andy johnson magic
i’m in it, did it on my jones no bridget
fam i win it the last couple minutes kevin phillips

[outro: sir winston churchill]
hitler knows that he will have to break us in this island or lose the war. if we can stand up to him, all europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. but if we fail, then the whole world, including the united states, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new dark age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science

let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that if the british empire and its commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, ‘this was their finest hour.’

- the manor

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