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While parliament sleeps Those nationalists scream Are they different from the führer himself? Highly trained at their jobs You're a tiny little cog You're going to cause a war or two You tin-pot snotty little nationalist The Internationalle, ah The Internationalle Britannia rules the waves Mr. Johnson, you naughty boy And Trump has had his day Thank God we're out alive But only for today Salute The Internationalle Because Britannia rules the waves It's the ideal job It's definitely you Cut through all of the wheat and all of that chaff Little England's a joke You're a tiny little cog You're going to cause a war or two You tin-pot snotty little nationalist The Internationalle, ah The Internationalle Britannia rules the waves Mr. Johnson, you naughty boy And Trump has had his day Thank God we're out alive But only for today Salute The Internationalle Because Britannia rules the waves Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson The Internationalle Britannia rules the waves Mr. Johnson, you naughty boy And Trump has had his day Thank God we're out alive But only for today Salute The Internationalle Because Britannia rules the waves The Internationalle Britannia rules the waves Mr. Johnson, you naughty boy And Trump has had his day Thank God we're out alive But only for today Salute The Internationalle Because Britannia rules the waves
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