Who says, there has to be a beach to wear a bathing suit?  Well I would lie on pebbles lavishly but Londons pebbles are dirt,  And I will paint with knives and guns to ensure that my art is incorrect,  And I would sleep on sheets of satin and eat my cigarettes.    But England has nothing more to offer me,  Well everything that I adore came well before 1984.    We are on a single island I hope you see,  And beyond our lowly country there is only the atlantic sea,  So I will burn a fire in Westminster using the door of Downing Street,  And when Tony rushes out complaining of a draft I'll let him warm his feet.    But England has nothing more to offer me,  Well everything that I adore came well before 1984.    So goodbye (goodbye),  Yeah I wish you all well,  But I can no longer thrive in England,  For I think that it is Hell.    So goodbye (goodbye),  Yeah I wish you all well,  But I can no longer thrive in England,  For I think that it is Hell.    This country has nothing more to offer me,  Well everything that I adore came well before 1984.    Everything that i adore came well before 1984.