Just get rid of the pakis
Just get rid of the coons
Just get rid of the sudanese
And meet me in weatherspoons

A land devoid of half-castes
Is what every village should boast
Who needs an Indian restaurant
Just give me some beans on toast

The fifteenth turkish barber
Has opened on my main street
To join the african wig shop
And the newsagents run by a jeet

So join me for a pint or two
at the Crown or the Fox and Geese
Oh god now they have Indian staff
Where can I find some peace?