She lives in villa homesick
  The climate is her skin
  She spends her time playing solitaire
  Although she'll never win
  She reads her Daily Mirror
  A brief glance at the sun
  She's walking by the seaside
  Kicking the shells for fun
  She spends her days with kinfolk
  Understatements in the sun
  She spends her nights in clubland
  Old kinfolk on the run
  Great big benevolant sun
  Shining down on everyone
  On everyone
  Her skin is tight and wrinkled
  Especially in her neck
  Each day her body bronzes
  Her mind is wandering back
  To England's greenest pastures
  To Blackpool's bingo halls
  Though she likes to ignore it
  The homefront seems to call
  England's on the horizon
  England is forever home