Well, I've got a really bad feeling about us
It's like trying to stand up when you've been hit by a gust of wind
I've spent so many years just hanging around
Now it's time to go back to my hometown
You know, London is calling
I don't understand it but I'm on my way
I don't need a reason, feels like holiday season
And I'm on my way back to Blighty again
Again
Well, I've got a really bad feeling about us
It's too hard to sort out, it's too hard to discuss
Well, I've spent so many years just hanging around
Now it's time to go back to my hometown
You know, London is calling
I don't understand it but I'm on my way
I don't need a reason, feels like holiday season
And I'm on my way back to Blighty again
Again, ah, oh
What I wouldn't give for a little bit of filthy weather
Sometimes, ah
What I wouldn't give for a late ride in a black cab
Or a double-decker
'Cause I've got a really bad feeling about us
It's like trying to stand up when you've been hit by a gust of wind
Well, so many things I don't really understand
It's like trying to be a woman
It's like trying to be a good man
You know, London is calling
I don't understand it but I'm on my way
I don't need a reason, feels like holiday season
And I'm on my way back to Blighty again
Yeah, yeah
I'm back to Blighty again
Yeah, yeah
I'm back to Blighty again
Yeah, yeah
I'm back to Blighty again
Again, again, again, again
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Yes
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