Émigré
To the other side of the universe
I emigrated
I wanted to see how the other half lived.
Well…I needn’t have bothered;
The services are no better
The trains are never on time
The postman never rings twice
( I know – he should always ring twice,
But I think he was a bit confused)
And there’s a bloody bus on top of a roof,
Just like that one in Bexhill