On my estate was a man with a flag in his yard,
And the country deluded him,
He toed the establishment line.
Like a statue Harris smiled,
Stood and smiled,
Harris smiled.
Harris smiles,
Harris stares,
The world goes by,
He stood and died,
Harris smiles,
Harris died.
Lancaster bombers are rusting in sheds in our land,
While in Parliament square there's a man,
A statue in bronze,
And the statue of Harris stared,
Stood and stared,
Harris stares.
Counts himself lucky he's English and says it with pride,
As he stares at the taxis and buses,
Fumes are inside his prison,
Where he'll sit for eternity trapped as a bigoted man.
