UK Visa Versa

Lyrics by MC Lars Music by MC Lars & Patrick “PJ” McCombs Hey England… let’s kick it Cops without guns and the NME. Should I watch the BBC or should I watch the BBC? Look at these crazy coins, is this Lord of the Rings? Pounds and pence and Princes and Queens? Flipside experience, well not really More familiar than Russia or Chile Up for cricket or squash, or the London zoo? Look, you hate George Bush and we do too Fab music scene, though, UK bands are ace And you guys are the most polite of the human race Fish and chips, crumpets, bangers and mash Shakespeare, Donne, Sid Vicious and the Clash You love our movies, we kind of like yours We love the way you talk, “please help help us in these wars.” You stopped staying “fab,” we stopped saying “groovy,” Our Scotland is Canada; you saw the South Park movie [Hook] I love England and visa versa American perspective in these Visa verses Tea time? Jolly good! Caffeine rush Look, a red a phone booth and a double-decker bus I love you England, so let’s both ignore The Boston Tea Party, and that silly East Coast war Oxford, London, and Guildford too Rockin’ your P.A.’s when I come to visit you The Florida incident? Democracy at work But we’ve still got love for your boy Edmund Burke. If it weren’t for us, you’d be speaking German But then we gave you Hanson and Pee Wee Herman You gave us the Beatles, and you gave us the Who We gave you Kris Kross and Vanilla Ice too You gave us “Chicken Run” and the Teletubies We gave you McDonald’s and got you chubby You think we’re all Trailer Trash obnoxious and noisy But that’s just Springer, Ricki Lake, and Boise We’re friendly and fake and proud of our nation Overweight, wasting gas, hedonic civilization We’re sue-happy mad overworked compulsive winners Strong facade but insecure, just think Seymour Skinner We’re obsessed with image, old age and fat Technology, death, and our dogs and cats The superbowl, shopping, S.U.V.•s and money Santa Claus, hygiene and the Easter Bunny But bigger is better and we love our T.V From L.A. to Boston, to Nashville, Tennessee And yes 1/4 of Americans own guns In case you come back to punish your sons But Mother Britain listen, there’s still a tie that binds us The U.S. isn’t perfect, you don’t have to remind us [REPEAT Hook]