She Is a Diamond

I always thought my country right or wrong

I used to say, here's where I belong

But that's a joke

I might as well have been

As loyal to

El Salvador, Afghanistan

The South of France, Japan, Hong Kong!

Oh, my insecticide!

It's all very well—to a certain extent

For the lady at the side of the president

To show an interest—in affairs

But let's not be blind to the drift of events

She's eclipsing the strength of the government

She should return to—below stairs

She will never win our hearts

She's a woman for a start

She holds no elected post

She's an ornament at most

But on the other hand, she's all they have

She's a diamond in their dull grey lives

And that's the hardest kind of stone—it usually survives

And when you think about it, can you recall

The last time they loved anyone at all?

She's not a bauble you can brush aside

She's been out doing what we just talked about, example:

Gave us back our businesses, got the English out

And if you think about it—well, why not do

One or two of the things we promised to?

But on the other hand, she's slowing down

She's lost a little of that magic drive

But I would not advise those critics present to derive

Any satisfaction from her fading star

She's the one who's kept us where we are

She's the one who's kept you where you are