Lyrics:
Gloriosa

How is our glorious country ploughed? Not by iron ploughs How is our glorious country ploughed? Not by iron ploughs Our land is ploughed by tanks and

Can't stay at home, Can't stay at school. Old folks say, 'You poor little fool'. Down the street, I'm the girl next door. I'm the fox you've been waiting

Johnny is a joker, he's a bird A very funny joker, he's a bird But when he jokes my hone, he's a dog His jokin' ain't so funny, what a dog Johnny is a

Little boy asked me why people get mad I just told him they were probably sad Is that true I just don't know I got no answers So the little boy asked

I need someone, whoa How I need someone I need someone Someone like you, you, you Today my love has gone away He won't be back he wants it that way And

When I'm feelin' low need to let it out I do a little dance I call the push & stomp I said hey, I do the push & stomp Saw you on the street ya looked

I said a hey hey hey yeah I said a hey hey hey yeah C'mon everybody take a trip with me Way down to Mississippi down to New Orleans Where the honeysuckle

Someday, my love, you'll learn to treat me right A wake up, my love, I'm gonna make you see the light You're never satisfied until you're bringin' me

Walking down the Frith Street Dawn is creeping up on me Some girls tears in a taxi Five o'clock shadows, drinking coffee So this is what it feels like