Britain’s old and rather thin I saw her with her dentures out She put them in Then mumbled something indistinct Which might have been Nostalgia I love you Britain’s wise after the fact You have to give the old lady Time to react And now that she has learned That facts aren’t really facts Nostalgia, she loves you! See the ranks of non-achievers Wear the look of true believers Freedoms come and freedoms vanish Ask the Poles and watch the Spanish Britain can seem slightly smug She likes to drink her beverage From her own mug With on it’s side a picture of A tiny dug Nostalgia, we love you Blame the Jocks and blame the Paddys Blame the scourge of absent daddies Proof there is if proof were needed That’s the right-wing press succeeded Britain’s old and rather thin I saw her with her dentures out She put them in And mumbled something indistinct Which might have been Nostalgia I love you