(Peters)



She lives in villa homesick

The climate is her skin

She spends her time playing solitaire

Although she'll never win



She reads her Daily Mirror

A brief glance at the sun

She's walking by the seaside

Kicking the shells for fun



She spends her days with kinfolk

Understatements in the sun

She spends her nights in clubland

Old kinfolk on the run



Great big benevolant sun

Shining down on everyone

On everyone



Her skin is tight and wrinkled

Especially in her neck

Each day her body bronzes

Her mind is wandering back

To England's greenest pastures

To Blackpool's bingo halls

Though she likes to ignore it

The homefront seems to call



England's on the horizon

England is forever home