Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I fucked up and I don't even care.
In West London I was born and raised, parliament is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool playing billiards and tennis down by the pool, when a couple of MP's who were up to no good mentioned staying in Europe or if we even should. I had one referendum and the country got scared, they said "go and shag a pig just fuck off elsewhere".
I whistled for a jet and when it came near I was offered a drink and said "champagne my dear!". If anything I could tell the jet was Lear, I fucked up I just hummed and I didn't even care.
I landed in Spain about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the pilot "yo Giles see you later". I looked at the Kingdom and its massive new tear and I smugly crossed my arms and said "I don't fucking care!".