I've been so sad
Since you said my accent was bad
He's worn a frown
This Caledonia clown
I'm just going to have to learn to hesitate
To make sure my words
On your Saxen ears don't grate
But I wouldn't know a single word to say
If I flattened all the vowels
And threw the 'are' away
You say that if I want to get ahead
The language I use should he left for dead
It doesn't please your ears
And though you tell it like a leg pull
I think your still full of John Bull
You just refuse to bear
Some days I stand
On your green and pleasant land
Now dare I show face
When my diction is such a disgrace
Oh what can I do
To be understood by you
Perhaps for some money
I could talk like a bee dripping honey.
The Proclaimers - Throw the 'R' Away Lyrics
The Proclaimers - Throw the 'R' Away Lyrics
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I've been so sad
Since you said my accent was bad
He's worn a frown
This Caledonia clown
I'm just going to have to learn to hesitate
To make sure my words
On your Saxen ears don't grate
But I wouldn't know a single word to say
If I flattened all the vowels
And threw the 'are' away
You say that if I want to get ahead
The language I use should he left for dead
It doesn't please your ears
And though you tell it like a leg pull
I think your still full of John Bull
You just refuse to bear
Some days I stand
On your green and pleasant land
Now dare I show face
When my diction is such a disgrace
Oh what can I do
To be understood by you
Perhaps for some money
I could talk like a bee dripping honey.
Since you said my accent was bad
He's worn a frown
This Caledonia clown
I'm just going to have to learn to hesitate
To make sure my words
On your Saxen ears don't grate
But I wouldn't know a single word to say
If I flattened all the vowels
And threw the 'are' away
You say that if I want to get ahead
The language I use should he left for dead
It doesn't please your ears
And though you tell it like a leg pull
I think your still full of John Bull
You just refuse to bear
Some days I stand
On your green and pleasant land
Now dare I show face
When my diction is such a disgrace
Oh what can I do
To be understood by you
Perhaps for some money
I could talk like a bee dripping honey.
Writer: CHARLES STOBO REID, CRAIG MORRIS REID
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.