On my estate was a man with a flag in his yard,
And the country deluded him,
Stood and smiled,
Harris smiled.
Harris stares,
He stood and died,
Harris died.
While in Parliament square there's a man,
A statue in bronze,
And the statue of Harris stared,
Stood and stared,
Harris stares.
Harris stares.
Harris smiles,
Harris stares,
The world goes by,
He stood and died,
Harris smiles,
Harris died.
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.