Lyrics Advance - Nicholas Allbrook

The butcher, the barber, the undertaker
Our land is girt by sea
The looker, the quaker, the cocktail shaker
Something young and free

And for the miner, refiner, the web designer
Dance on golden soil
For the blessed the beach
The pattern they preach
Wealth and something toil
Advance, advance, advance

The doctor, the nun, the bigger the gun
All in history's page
The tidal waves have turned for the boats on the run
And for the average wage

You hear the planes not the birds
The tune or the words
You said I said I don't care
I'll sing for you, I'll dance it too
Advance, advance, advance

The sailor, the whaler, the Norman Mailer[?]
Don't belong in town
Your mother, you failed her, you tail regale her
Let the bastards drown

Only the President, the Queen, burn the greens
Burn them till they're brown
A lightning bolt, a pillar of salt
Sinks without a sound

Advance, advance, advance
Advance, I'll dance, advance
Advance, I'll dance, advance
Advance, advance, advance