I know an old lady who swallowed a fly
Singing born of this nation of white bread foundation
Spoonful of sugar to wash it down
Spoonful of sugar to wash it down
Spoonful of sugar to wash it down
My country it is of thee, sweet land of irony
I don't know why exactly, I guess she'll die
Skeleton hid deeply till it's bones turn to dust
We can see the rocket's red glare pipe bomb bursting in the air
And our ballots we'll stuff, then drink till we drown
And God save the queen and pardon the king
My country it is of thee, sweet land of irony
Spoonful of sugar to wash it down
Evidence in welfare cases, never being proved
As we proudly hail our taxis out of the fight
Spoonful of sugar to wash it down
I have seen the hungry faces, and I have been removed
We're taping a king, beaten of his crown
We've written books on education summoned federal regulation
My country it is of thee, sweet land of irony
Spoonful of sugar to wash it down
