Four pubs a day across our nation face bolted doors and liquidation
Conversion to accomodation, demolition, delapidation
Now please, a brief reiteration to ensure full comprehension
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4 pubs a day are closing down
But no-one cares or casts a frown
We pop to tescos for newky brown
We drink at weatherspoons in town
2 -4-1 factories get us pissed for ten pounds
While a real pub shuts without a sound

Oaky smoky horse brasses and darts
Wizened old men that were born round these parts
Smiling barmaids willing and able
Kids in the garden and pool on the table
Sunday roast roasted not boil in the bag
Somewhere to sit for a pint and a fag
These are things they are taking from us
with their bans and their taxes and their euro-fuss
The tavern, the inn, the English pub
And here’s what gets me, here’s the rub,
These politicians fill our lugs
With talk of Englishness and such
Tests for immigrants inbound
While 4 pubs close cos of the smoking ban?

Here’s their England in these four walls
Yet they seem intent on its demise and fall
So hear me punters one and all
Feel my anger and heed my call
We must fight for our heritage, for our boozers fair
We must fight for the swan and for the duck and the bear
We must fight because they’re ours and no-one else cares
So put your hand in your pocket, the bars over there.