One, two, three, four

I hear a gang cry on a human factory farm
Are they howling out? Or doing somebody harm?
In a catwalk jungle no one to give alarm
Catwalk jungle, somebody grab my arm

"Where is England?" said the Czechoslovak
"Where is England? Will they send me back?"

Here British boots go kick Bengali in the head
Police troop sits watching, the newspaper's been read
All deaf to protests while the attackers fled
The big one got out, the biggest one then said

"Where is England?" said the Czechoslovak
"Where is England? Will they send me back?"

I saw the spirit of a longtime fine machine
Back from the dead there's a ghost in my slipstream
Bonneville 500 roared but never screamed
She slips on by, a star in my windscreen

"Where is England?" said the Czechoslovak
"Where is England? Will they send me back?"

Time on his hands, never learnt control
Won't go for carrots been beaten by a pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
His eyes will see how fast you can grow old

"Where is England?" said the Czechoslovak
"Where is England? Will they send me back?"