Polish Love Song

Back in 1940

My Grandfather died

Fightin' in a spitfire

Over at Kent countryside

Since then my country

Never really got back off its knees

Uncle Joe put paid to

That and I was born late seventies

I heard that over in England

Men were gettin' paid

More than I earn in a week

Working just one day

I thought, €œWhat the Hell?

I'll go give it my best shot.€

Yeah, it's gotta be better than nothin'

And that's exactly what I've got

I caught a train and I headed west to sail across the sea

Pretty soon I had a job workin' in a factory

Well, the work was hard

It was hot as Hell

My fingers bleed and my blisters swelled

Long, long hours back racked with pain

Just me and Sergei

From Ukraine

When I got my first paycheck

It was minus food and board

€œNot much left for me.€ I thought

So this is my reward

So when my

First night off in ten

I wandered into town

Yeah, I just

Wanted to have some fun

And have a look around

I met a girl oh, oh, oh

She had blond hair and curls oh, oh, oh

We got along

I sung her a Polish love song

We were kissin' in the car park

When I heard someone come up behind me

Suddenly I'm surrounded

By a group of men who what to hurt me

They said "You're not

Welcome in our country

We're sick of givin' to all and

Sundry

I don't work to try and rob

I said, "€œMr. you

Wouldn't want my job."€

And then I'm down on the floor

Their boots connecting with my jaw

Round, round

Round my head is spinning

I don't think I can take much more

My girl is screamin'

I think I'm going to be killed

Just like my grandfather

My Polish blood on England's soil is spilt

Just like my grandfather

My Polish blood

On England soil is spilt