I've Been So Sad

Since You Said My Accent Was Bad

He's Worn A Frown

This Caledonian Clown

I'm Just Going To Have To Learn To Hesitate

To Make Sure My Words

On Your Saxen Ears Don't Grate

But I Wouldn't Know A Single Word To Say

If I Flattened All The Vowels

And Threw The 'R' Away

You Say That If I Want To Get Ahead

The Language I Use Should He Left For Dead

It Doesn't Please Your Ears

And Though You Tell It Like A Leg Pull

I Think Your Still Full Of John Bull

You Just Refuse To Bear

Some Days I Stand

On Your Green And Pleasant Land

Now Dare I Show Face

When My Diction Is Such A Disgrace

Oh What Can I Do

To Be Understood By You

Perhaps For Some Money

I Could Talk Like A Bee Dripping Honey.