I booked my tickets on the internet
						Got discount fares from EasyJet
						I changed my money into Euro
						Now I’m off to Heathrow
						
						There was an Upper Crust in the waiting room
						So I bought a baguette and some Evian
						When I got to Paris I had some PG tips
						And a bag of fish & chips
						
						I did the sights in under an hour
						Went up and down the Eiffel tower
						I even went to the Louvre for a bit
						Saw some culture - got a postcard to prove it!
						
						But my favourite part was the Hypermarket
						Or rather the contents of my basket
						No to Europe! We should be free to choose!
						From a vast array of cheap booze
						
						Who needs an empire, when you can hire
						A villa and estates, with a group of your mates?
						Get tanked up every night, lots of foreigners to fight
						And a swimming pool or two, with an excellent view
						Of an on-going local civil war
						Who could ask for more?
						
						It’s the biggest ever pub-crawl in the world!
						No need for the union jack to be unfurled
						We’ll trawl the lands we used to rule, getting ever more pissed
						Oh, the life of an English tourist
						
						I Went to Greece for some Island hopping
						Stopping only to do some shopping
						And a guided tour of "Plato’s Cave"
						Now to Ibiza for a rave!
						
						Travelled a thousand miles for foam and sea
						And tunes from a compilation CD
						But I was too busy shagging to really enjoy them
						With a bird from Croyden
						
						Next stop Indonesia
						Where life seems so much easier
						At least if you’re a holiday maker
						Or a dictator
						
						I bought a relative an ethnic present
						Hand-made by an authentic peasant
						For less than a pound how could I refuse
						A pair of Nike shoes?
						
						Who needs an empire, when you can buy a
						Cheap vacation, in a third-world nation?
						You can live like a king, you can have anything!
						From the finest cuisine, to your own hareem
						Full of young Philippino sex-slaves
						It’s almost like the good old days!
						
						But now you can feel smug about yourself
						After all, you’re distributing wealth
						Helping out the countries that are poorest
						Oh, the life of an English tourist
						
						You don’t need to know, the local lingo
						They’ll speak your language everywhere you go
						Whether you’re lost in the hills, or paying hotel bills
						They’ll jump at the chance to practise their oral skills
						
						In markets and bizzares, in restaurants and bars
						You can laugh at their syntax and charming faux-pas
						When you’re ordering jellyfish, or a dog-based dish
						The only phrase you’ll need to know is: "I’m English"