English rain      The locale neglected   By shadowy features   Orphans, invertebrates   Grand at my shoulder   Hack!   Salt of the earth   And a tower of strength, Jack   Coat just a sack   And my back swells like my chest   The rest is unkempt, Jack   But who makes your mind up?   Who makes your mind up?   Is it true there's a man like you   In the Church of England?   Is it true there's a man like you   In the Church of England?   Lofty branches   From humble roots   Mugs of tea for the referee   Oh, English rain   Cellotape and photographs   And English rain   Cellotape and photographs   And English rain