The land of a thousand opinions
The land of sobriety
And of beaches teeming with the masses
Where people eat zwieback for breakfast
The land of average folk
Except when we win
That’s when we really let it rip
That’s when nothing holds us back
The land where people won’t be told what to do
Where no uniform is holy
Where daddy’s name is Peter or Hans
And where no bicycle is safe
17 million people
On a tiny speck of earth
Who don’t take orders
And who are respected
17 million people
On a tiny speck of earth
Who won’t let you cramp their style
And who are respected
The land that’s full of protesters
Where no supervisor’s the boss
Curtains are always open
And lunch is cheese on bread
The land of tolerance
Except for our neighbours of course
That’s when we keep our distance
How does that guy pay the rent?
The land that takes care of everyone
Where dogs can do what they want
With ethnic food in vending machines
And everyone’s got food on their plate