Goodbye my England

It's when you walk along the Harrods hits,
It's when you're passing by the Ritz,
And looking up into the heavy sky,
I never had a proper chance to say goodbye.
It's when you get together with your Londonshire friends,
It's when you feel your friendship never ends,
I am sorry, mother Queen, will you forgive me,
You have to understand and to believe me,
That I was forced by politicians,
By the law, without it
by someone's bureaucratic spit.
I would admit, that I was really clashing
when I was mashing dirty snow in Russia,
And I remember eating, while walking,
smoking Rothmans, laying on the grass,
And I remember numbers of my college bus.
My Oyster card is now probably expired,
But I will keep it so I have some memos in my mind.
“Please, mind the gap”,
good times we had,
What can i say - I am an English grad,
a segment of your small empire.
Goodbye, my England,
Don't regret, we meet one day, I always will admire.