Well i've got a really bad feeling about us

It's like trying to stand up

When you've been hit by a gust of wind

I've spent so many years just hanging around

Now it's time to go back to my home town

You know

London is calling

I don't understand it

But i'm on my way

I don't need a reason

Feels like holiday season

And i'm on my way

Back to blighty again

Well i've got a really bad feeling about us

It's too hard to sort out

It's too hard to discuss

I've spent so many years just traveling around

Now it's time to go back to my home town

You know

London is calling

I don't understand it

But i'm on my way

I don't need a reason

Feels like holiday season

And i'm on my way

Back to blighty again

Again oh

And what i wouldn't do

For a little bit of filthy weather

Sometimes

What i wouldn't give for a late ride

In a black cab or a double decker

Cause i've got a really bad feeling about us

It's like trying to stand up

When you've been hit by a gust of wind

Well there's so many things

I don't really understand

It's like trying to be a woman

It's like trying to be a good man

You know

London is calling

I don't understand it

But i'm on my way

I don't need a reason

Feels like holiday season

And i'm on my way

Back to blighty again

London is calling

Back to blighty again

London is calling

Back to blighty again

London is calling

Back to blighty again again again again

Oh again do do do do do do do yeah