[intro] [verse] They call us trainspotters, anoraks we’re named Obsessed with details, easily shamed [pre-chorus] But we just love the rhythm, the clickety-clack Of the 12:15 from Penge and back [chorus] We no anorak, no, no, no... Just patriotic, head to toe... We love our trains, our stamps, our bees And our Queen, with her corgis..., if you please... [verse] Some collect records, others fancy cars We collect timetables, and gaze upon the stars [pre-chorus] They say it’s quirky, they say it’s odd But we say it’s passion, a gift from God [chorus] We no anorak, no, no, no... Just patriotic, head to toe... We love our trains, our stamps, our bees And our Queen, with her corgis..., if you please... [bridge] [instrumental] [verse] From the desert sands to the tropical shore We’ll spread the word, forevermore [pre-chorus] That being British, is more than just a name It’s a love for the quirky, a passion aflame [chorus] We no anorak, no, no, no... Just patriotic, head to toe... We love our trains, our stamps, our bees And our Queen, with her corgis..., if you please... [instrumental] [verse] They say we’re losing touch, with the modern age But we’re just celebrating, a bygone stage [pre-chorus] Of steam and steel, and empire’s might A glorious past, shining ever so bright [chorus] We no anorak, no, no, no... (no...) Just patriotic, head to toe... (toe...) We love our trains, our stamps, our bees And our Queen, with her corgis..., if you please... yeah! [outro]
