Englishman Songtext
von Fieh

So far, so good, at least that′s what I thought
Until you came and proved me wrong
Told me that I fucked it up but
Heaven knows I'd do it again

No fancy dinners in the world
Can hide what you try to say
No proper English grammar
Glossy wrapping paper

May there be plenty of things
That you can′t understand
Oh, Englishman

We cannot find common ground
I dance on to the next floor on my own
Love brought us together and money will tear us apart
Here is why


May there be plenty of things
That you can't understand
Oh, Englishman
May there be plenty of things
Other than one in your head
Oh, Englishman

May there be plenty of things
That you can't understand
Oh, Englishman
May there be plenty of things
Other than one in your head
Oh, Englishman

May there be plenty of things
That you can′t understand
Oh, Englishman
May there be plenty of things
Other than one in your head
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)