It was the day of V.E. celebrations,

A proud and glorious day,

When the German hordes,

Threw down their swords,

and Hiroshima,

Was spitting distance away!

But when I look over my shoulder,

And wonder, just who gained the power?

It’s the Germans. I find, 

Who are calling the tune.

And Brits who take  the cold shower !  

It wasn’t our fault,  the reformed Germans say!

For they were our enemies too!

but now we’re back, on top of the roost.

It’s two sturdy fingers to you !  

  Don’t get me wrong,

I’m European at heart.

But why do they enjoy

Dropping us in the cart?

Our problem is,

that we've lost the power.

This can no longer be called

Our ‘glorious hour’.  

Why don’t our politicians,

Wake up to that fact,

And start to employ,

Their low cunning and tact?