Stuck in the middle with flu

With apologies to Gerry Rafferty

Well I don’t know why I blogged here tonight
I got the feeling that something ain’t right
I’m so scared in case my writing’s not fair
And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs
Danes to the left of me, Germans to the right
Here I am, stuck in Great Britain with ‘flu

Yes I’m stuck in Great Britain with ‘flu
And I’m wondering what it is I should do
It’s so hard to keep the feds from my door
What’s that knock, should I keep writing some more?
Danes to the left of me, Germans to the right
Here I am, stuck in Great Britain with ‘flu

Well you started out with brown skin
And you’re proud that you’re a Muslim man
And your neighbours all come screamin’
Stab you in the back and say ‘Leave! Leave!’

Trying to make some sense of it all
But I can see that it makes no sense at all
Is it cool to do jihad in Iraq?
Or stay here and get shot thrice in the back
Danes to the left of me, Germans to the right
Here I am, stuck in Great Britain with ‘flu

Well you started out with brown skin
And you’re proud that you’re a Muslim man
And your neighbours all come screamin’
Stab you in the back and say ‘Leave! Leave!’

I don’t know why they ran that cartoon
The editor’s a fucking buffoon
Free speech is just a phrase that they use
To hate, defile, despoil and abuse
Muslims to the left of them, Muslims to the right
There they are, stuck in our countries like glue

Yes, they’re stuck to our countries like glue
Yes, they’re stuck to our countries like glue
Yes, they’re stuck to our countries like glue