I knew it would happen before long
They're going to bring back the furlong
Metres and centimetres going out of style
You give an inch and they'll take a mile
A little crown on a pint glass
Teaching fractions in arithmetic class
Forget those decimals there's just no point
Unless you need a quarter ounce to roll a decent joint
Imperial measures
They're back again
Providing pleasure
To sad old men
Counting
up their treasure
In shillings and pence
Can't believe they're still around
Selling England by the pound
Petrol in gallons, not in litres
All the cops dressed as beefeaters
Union jacks on vintage Minis
When you get fined you pay in guineas
Imperial measures
A pony and a dram
I only want my cocaine in grammes
I spend my leisure time in Amsterdam
Buy kilogrammes of Afghan Brown
Then sell it to England by the pound
5280 feet
1760 yards
1000 metres in a kilometre?
That's miles too hard
For a country under pressure
Needs imperial measures
Copyright Scar Quilse/Tom Morton MMXXI
