Some call it Britain, some the UK
It's depressingly capitalised the surveys say
... sure, it's not perfect
And sure, it is cold
It may no longer be powerful or bold
But this tiny island has an honest love
Whether or not the sun shines above
So... For all the tea in all of China
Or all the weather of Spain
I wouldn't change a single mountain range
Or stop a drop of British rain
With all the tea in all of China
Or all of europe's top designer
With every spotless American diner
Or any Arabian luxury liner
This cosy home, couldn't be finer
The beauty's unstoppable once you find her
It's depressingly capitalised the surveys say
... sure, it's not perfect
And sure, it is cold
It may no longer be powerful or bold
But this tiny island has an honest love
Whether or not the sun shines above
So... For all the tea in all of China
Or all the weather of Spain
I wouldn't change a single mountain range
Or stop a drop of British rain
With all the tea in all of China
Or all of europe's top designer
With every spotless American diner
Or any Arabian luxury liner
This cosy home, couldn't be finer
The beauty's unstoppable once you find her
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