The British are coming
The British are coming
Ready for their summer holiday with discounts most cunning
Gunning Peugeots upon thickly clogged motorways
Passports in hand, we prepare for delays
A yearly migration a jaded, over worked parade
Looking to turn your country into ours for 7 to 10 days
Flocking
with visas
to airports
in August
In flip-flops,
complaining
about other tourists
Jumping off planes to exclaim
“Gosh! It’s warm!”
IOn chorus
The shirts may be ropey, but our boozing is flawless
Cos the British are coming
That’s right
The British are coming
Lock up your Sangria
And whack out the sun in
With original comments like
'The scenery is stunning!'
'Is that a beggar?
Oh darling we’re slumming!'
Taking photos snap snap
Saying that’s one for Facebook!
Ooh! Novelty crap!
Let’s get a case of
Traditional figures carved by that funny old man
In that ripped Nike jumper with knobbly hands
Repeat ourselves louder if he doesn’t understand
Can you carve Del boy and Rodney? Oh, that would be grand!
The British are coming!
The British are coming!
Our palate is tested our
Bottoms are running
Forget your Nirvana
Its Oasis we’re humming
Chlamydia on the beach
go on and get your tongue in
What's that you did yell?
That you have shit to sell?
Oh please make us form a line
Because we can queue so well
don’t feel degraded, The visas invaded, its well beyond your borders
You want to be left alone?
That ain't what Wikipedia taught us
you'll hardly know we're here,
see our appliances are cordless
You might as well embrace it,
Come on and kneel before us!
Because
The British are
Cumming
The British are
Cumming
UUUUHHHHHH….
And then we fly home cos we're done,
but somethings wrong,
And you don't know where to begin,
But something salty is sloshing behind that customer service grin
Perhaps you feel abused,
preyed upon by vultures
Perhaps you feel cheap,
like you’re whoring out your culture
But chill out and smell the money,
stretch that grin from ear to ear
And teach your kids to kneel beside you,
When we come back again next year.

Comments
jennifer | August 12, 2009 - 23:07
Bloody hell, feel better now, do we?!
A very acute picture of the 'Brit on hols' stereotype! Well observed -
Vituperative and ranting, fantastic stuff to just spill out!
But, when you've calmed down and thought about it, come back to it, rework it, make it tighter, perhaps?
J x
gristo | August 12, 2009 - 23:49
Hahaha. I totally agree Jennifer, it is VERY rough - I run a night in town called 'Pint of Poetry' and it was our third birthday tonight so I needed something to perform. this is a mix of observations from my holidays over the last few years and was really dragged together last minute. It went down ok but it is a bit crude in my mind. i'll be editing it down tomorrow - something I'd normally do before I post on here, but I've got used to performing at POP from my iphone (since I ran out of ink on my printer) and the ABCtales page runs perfectly on my iphone screen - sad but true. anyway, i'll be making it a bit less vitriolic, i think - should make the ending a little more powerful that way - when I performed it tonight it just felt like an old man ranting from the body of a 27 year old. :)
insertponceyfre... | August 13, 2009 - 09:53
I like it. I don't think it's too vitriolic at all - and you don't sound like an old man either : )
gristo | August 20, 2009 - 13:04
Thanks Insert, very kind of you to say. I still haven't tweaked it up yet - I'll probably do it over the next few days. Thanks for the feedback!