We are a funny little island where it always rains half of the flippin year
Then we moan about the sun and complain when we see it disappear
We queue up nice, calm and patient and we apologise for nowt
Say ‘cheers mate’ to strangers and that’s what we are all about
We always welcome grafting folk who want to thrive and have a go
Turn up and roll up your sleeves and give it all a right proper show
Work hard pay your taxes and just learn to love a nice British brew
Then just moan about the weather like the rest of us Brits always do
If you come to build a future then fair play and please do take a seat
Just don’t expect a blinkin red carpet rolled out right down the street
We are skint enough ourselves as it is have you seen the leccy and gas
Even the Brits are checking their pockets as most are now on their ass
Now scousers know a hustle or two as we invented half the game
But even we say ‘steady lad’ if something looks wrong or insane
Boatloads turn up weekly full of these young fellas so fit and strong
People all asking in anger surely this is all a bit dodgy never mind wrong
We’re not saying don’t you come over here and not shutting any gate
Just don’t treat our merry little island like it’s just an all inclusive state
If you want a real proper life here then just graft and join our crew
Learn to love the footy and complain when a VAR decision robs you
Be proud of where you are from as that’s quite sound for you to cheer
But don’t be slagging off our Union Jack flag when you are over here
We know our history is a mixed bag as no nation is too squeaky clean
But guilt won’t build the future only our pride can power the machine
Don’t use all these hotels, HMOs and Army barracks on the QT or the sly
That’s how you brew resentment and have the angry public asking why
Ghettoes grow frustration and whispers then turn to bitter anger
Better to mix us all together before you drop another social clanger
If you’re here to work hard, settle then raise a family and smile
You’ll find most Brits will welcome you with open arms after a while
But if you think we’re daft enough to fund you a lifelong freebie and a jolly
You’ve clearly never yet met a proper scouser or my great Aunt Molly
Remember The Bulldog’s still got spirit even if it has lost a tooth
Still grumbles at the Telly and says dryly ‘that’s not the bloody truth’
We’re fair but we are not daft and remember that’s the British way
So come join the madness if you like but just muck in and you can stay
Mike Berry
