I hate the way they think they are the centre of the earth
I hate the way they eat so much their height’s less than their girth
I hate the way they think that their country has so much class
    I hate their sense of power, we know we could kick their ass
I hate the way they think they saved us all in the World War
I hate they think that their country is split up into four
I hate that tea’s the only thing they’re ever caught drinking
I hate that Starbuck’s taking over bloody everything

I hate their mock politeness, their obsession with the queue,
  Their sycophantic manner and their ‘how do you do?’
I hate the way that every second person owns a gun
I hate the way they say “Have a nice day” to everyone
I hate, though they are always last, they still see fit to brag
I hate the way they care about the burning of their flag
I hate the way they cheer at the mere mention of your state
I hate the way you think that boring soccer is so great

I hate their power hungry, rich and corrupt government,
I hate, though they have slipped behind, they still think they’re in front.
I hate that they’re so proud of that old woman who’s their queen
I hate the way their teeth stick out at angles that’s obscene
I hate the way they can’t go ten minutes without a war
I hate the way that every politician is a bore
I hate the way that all their food tastes bland
I hate their corporations and their brands.

But despite everything that I hate I suppose I have no choice but to try to be his mate
Though everything about him has a stench, At least he is not Mexican or French.