When I arrive eyes wide fired up

Tried not to slide and let the side down

Now the plane's on the ground

I'll find a good profession

It's 1957
 [bad word] to the motherland to make a home to put my bed in

This weather does my head in

Some people are less than kind I wish

Mama was here so I could unwind

But I'm supposed to be the good news

So I lace up these hard black shoes

And look - more work

These streets were never paved with gold

They simply make my feet hurt

They just make my feet hurt

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love

To have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call

And in this land of hope and glory

You'd think there's enough for us all

You'd think there's enough for us all

When I arrive eyes wide petrified

Tried not to cry and let the side down

Now the plane's on the ground

It's 20 years later

Mama's in the arrival lounge

I take a few seconds to kiss her

Then look around at what's happened to my home town

What's going on

But papa doesn't look too strong [bad word] home in a cab, windows up

Now I hear dad cough:

"We gotta get in before they switch the lights and water off

for the night"

I have to get to know the guard dogs

Cause they bite

Progress just passed us by, to the right

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love

to have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call

and in this land of hope and glory

you'd think there's enough for us all

you'd think there's enough for us all

Just a little money in my pocket and a little bit left for those I love

to have enough food on my table and a little bit more for those who call

and in this land of hope and glory

you'd think there's enough for us all

you'd think there's enough for us all