Bye Bye England-999

I don't want a New York mezzanine I want a field that I can see Fish and chips - yeah That's what I want Not pizza-land or hamburger joint Green fields and (???) skies Warm beer and meat pies People bathing(?) with hankies on their head A economy that's always dead Bye bye England, England bye bye Bye bye England, England bye bye Bye bye England, England bye bye Bye bye England, England bye bye No more embassies(?) of (???) and tea Contracted out to the Taiwanese Africa(?) streched(?) in the corridors of power It's goodbye to our monthly shower Country lace - yeah That's what I want No shopping malls and parking lots No more (???) to go and see (?) It's goodbye to your sovereignty Bye bye England, England bye bye Bye bye England, England bye bye Bye bye England, England bye bye Bye bye England, England bye bye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye