Advance

The butcher, the barber, the undertaker

Our land is girt by sea

The looker, the quaker, the cocktail shaker

Something young and free

And for the miner, refiner, the web designer

Dance on golden soil

For the blessed the beach

The pattern they preach

Wealth and something toil

Advance, advance, advance

The doctor, the nun, the bigger the gun

All in history's page

The tidal waves have turned for the boats on the run

And for the average wage

You hear the planes not the birds

The tune or the words

You said I said I don't care

I'll sing for you, I'll dance it too

Advance, advance, advance

The sailor, the whaler, the Norman Mailer[?]

Don't belong in town

Your mother, you failed her, you tail regale her

Let the bastards drown

Only the President, the Queen, burn the greens

Burn them till they're brown

A lightning bolt, a pillar of salt

Sinks without a sound

Advance, advance, advance

Advance, I'll dance, advance

Advance, I'll dance, advance

Advance, advance, advance