Could this thing last But the age of miracles, hadn't past The sun was shining everywhere A foggy day, in London town I viewed the morning, with alarm The British museum, had lost its charm For suddenly, I saw you there And through foggy London town I

When it feels (feels) like the world's gone mad (mad) And there's nothing you can do (do) about it No there's nothing you can do about it (about it) You don't wanna fuck with us British to the very last You wanna make some money So this is where we are