Let me fake a frown
While I whisk you through Blairberry Fields
No one is healed
And foreign tongues are flung about
Blairberry Fields are hellish
Teaching's not easy with schools closed
And plunder planned by refugees
It's getting hard to earn a ton
With the tax perks out
And you're a Europhobe like me . . .
Sometimes I feel out of my tree
I mean inflation seems too low
Fact is I can't, you know, tune in
My hair is white
That is, I think I'm rather sad . . .
You'll be breaking down
When you're driving through Blairberry Fields
Bring me my shield
For soon they'll try to sling me out
Blairberry Fields are hellish
