And did those feet in ancient time
Before the bloody metric system
Walk upon England's mountains green?
You call those mountains?
And was the holy Lamb of God
You’re probably thinking Swaledales?
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
That’s a flooded town, that is
And did the Countenance Divine
Are we talking José Mourinho?
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
Looks like rain again
And was Jerusalem builded here
No, that’s a Tesco
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Fuck me, that’s hot!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Is it my birthday?
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Never mind the bloody spear, pass me brolly
Bring me my chariot of fire!
Or Volkswagen Emitter as I call it