The foreigners are coming…
Changing our way of life
They come with their strange languages
Causing us pain and strife
Although I must just mention
When I went down to Spain
Most of them spoke English there
So that was easy on the brain
And when on our holiday
Near the hills of Kathmandu
A Buddhist man in a flowing skirt
He spoke some English too.
But the foreigners keep coming!
Changing our way of life
They speak all these strange languages
Just speak English, right!
The foreigners are coming…
With all their foreign dress
Some cover up their whole faces
Some have such hairy chests!
Although I must surrender
When deep in the Peru
I met a guide in a pair of jeans
And a t-shirt of U2
And when in old Morocco
On the beaches of Agadir
The men were dressed in Bermuda shorts
The women in skimpy gear
But, oh, the foreigners keep coming!
With all their foreign dress
Why don’t they wear our kind of clothes?
That would be for the best.
The foreigners are swarming
Upon our blessed shores
Bringing all their weird customs
And religions we abhor!
Some of them read verses
From their holy Quran
Crying out all through our streets
Their loud and bold adhaan!
Although I seem to remember
When I visited Bangalore
The kids were dressed for Halloween
Knocking on their neighbours’ doors
And when I went to Tunisia
Around the time of Christmas
I saw a bunch of Santa men
Chomping on kous-kous!
And then there was old Bangladesh
Where everyone’s in a hurry
A met thousands of Christian converts
Offering me some curry!
But the foreigners keep coming
With their barbaric beliefs
Why can’t their way of life match ours?
Now that would be a relief!
The foreigners keep breeding
In our green and pleasant land
Now there are more darker faces
Don’t you just understand?
Why did they have to come here?
And change our whole landscape?
Before the streets were full of Whites
Now they’ve vanished without a trace
But hang about, I remember
In the streets of dear Turin
Lots of White and English faces
The same in old Dublin.
And when I visited Jumaira
The beach of scorching Dubai
I met a white man from Nottingham
And his new wife from Carlisle
And I suppose there is Australia
And the United States
No white people used to be there
Now we’re the majority race!
In Saudi there are compounds
Where mainly white people live
They got their own facilities
So they can relax and chill
In Spain there’s lots of ex-pats
Filling up the beach-fronts
When in Rome, do as Romans do
So the English got their own pubs!
But the foreigners keep breeding
There’s more of them than us
Why couldn’t they stay in their countries?
Then for us there’d be no fuss
As long as they speak English
And we can feel their sun
As long as they wear shirts and jeans
And believe Jesus is the son
Then there would be no problem
We’d let them all come in
They can clean up all the streets
After our Friday night thrills!
But the foreigners keep coming…
Changing our way of life
Bringing all their differences
Making us feel such spite.