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Sting - Englishman In New York. . .

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  1. Old SchoolOctober 24, 2015 at 9:32 AM

    I'll take the lyrics to class on Monday to show my students that as recently as the late 80's there were songs with comprehensible lyrics:

    "Englishman In New York"


    I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
    I like my toast done on one side
    And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
    I'm an Englishman in New York

    See me walking down Fifth Avenue
    A walking cane here at my side
    I take it everywhere I walk
    I'm an Englishman in New York

    I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
    I'm an Englishman in New York
    I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
    I'm an Englishman in New York

    If "Manners maketh man" as someone said
    Then he's the hero of the day
    It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
    Be yourself no matter what they say

    I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
    I'm an Englishman in New York
    I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
    I'm an Englishman in New York

    Modesty, propriety can lead to notoriety
    You could end up as the only one
    Gentleness, sobriety are rare in this society
    At night a candle's brighter than the sun

    Takes more than combat gear to make a man
    Takes more than a license for a gun
    Confront your enemies, avoid them when you can
    A gentleman will walk but never run

    If "Manners maketh man" as someone said
    Then he's the hero of the day
    It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
    Be yourself no matter what they say [3x]

    I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
    I'm an Englishman in New York
    I'm an alien, I'm a legal alien
    I'm an Englishman in New York

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