Mind Yer Toes - King

I am a victim of history

An empire child wrapped in civility

But only mad dogs and Englishmen

Would believe that one

For from her shores there grew a great nation

The Ronald Coleman humble heroes

With the manic stares

And the nightclub glares

Mind yer toes

Mind yer toes

While cornbeef bombs

Were mashing British Tommies

The cries from home

Could turn your blood cold

Forget the victims

Forget appearances

Mind yer own

I can survive as long as you are with me

I will skip up and down

The pastures green

Forget the animals

Because I love you

I love you