Still he keeps his navy strong
And children stare with heroin eyes, heroin eyes, heroin eyes
Where comedians laugh and babies cry
The last of Sunday's bells is ringing
And his ancient shoes, worn through
Where the homes are warm and the mothers sigh
Old England is dying
Old England is dying
What it is makes me shudder so
And I'm numb from the pummeling of the snow
You're asking what makes me sigh now
Old England is dying
Journalists are dignified and everyone is civilized
Old England, old England, old England is dying, dying
Where criminals are televised, politicians fraternized
And he sticks his flag where it all belongs
Still he sings an Empire's song
The wind in the trees is sighing
Where the well loved flag of England flies
Well, I just freeze in the wind
Rumors of his health are lies
His clothes are a dirty shade of blue
That falls from high in yellow skies
He steals from me and he lies to you
Evening has fallen, swans are singing
