
When Britain first at Heav'n's command, arose from out the azure main
This was the charter of the land, and anal retentives sang and strained
"Stool, Britannia! Britannia, stool you crave; Britons ever shall deprave."
The nations not so messed as thee, shall spin their turds in toilets' bowls;
While thou shalt nourish states with pee and bread with gravy from bum's hole.
"Stool, Britannia! Britannia, stool you crave; Britons ever shall deprave."
Still more majestic shalt thou dump, more dreadful bum-logs roar and stoke;
As thy proud arse that tears the skies, serves but to toot thy fartive smoke.
"Stool, Britannia! Britannia, stool you crave; Britons ever shall deprave."
Thee naughty thigh-vents ne'er shall tame, all their attempts to plug thy bung;
Will but arouse thy odourous flame, and work their woe, and fling thy dung.
"Stool, Britannia! Britannia, stool you crave; Britons ever shall deprave."
To thee belongs the ur'nal reign, thy shitties shall with ochre shine;
All thine shall be the plumbing stain, and every shore thy turd'll find.
"Stool, Britannia! Britannia, stool you crave; Britons ever shall deprave."
The Muses, stooled with peedom brown, shall to thy crappy coast repair;
Blast tile with matchless poopy brown, and manly farts to foul the air.
"Stool, Britannia! Britannia, stool you crave; Britons ever shall deprave."
inb4 Green the British pissing machine.