David, the wind blows,
The wind blows
Your friends all say,
Bits of your life away.
"Where is our boy?
Ah, we've lost our boy".
Where you've gone,
But they should know,
Because again and again you've explained
Oh, oh, oh, going to . . .
That you're going to . . . Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
"England for the English",
"England for the English".
The wind's blown
David, the wind's blown,
All of my dreams away.
And I still say,
"Where is our boy?
Because again and again you've explained
Ah, we've lost our boy".
But I should know
Why you've gone,
You're going to the National . . . Ah, to the National . . .
There's a country,
You don't live there,
But one day you would like to.
And if you show them what you're made of,
Ah, then you might do. But David, we wonder,
Is ever really gonna begin,
We wonder if the thunder
Begin, begin
"I've lost my boy".
Your mum says,
Why you've gone,
But she should know
Because again and again you've explained
You're going to the National,
To the National Front disco,
To the National,
Because you want the day to come sooner,
You want the day to come sooner,
When you've settled the score. You want the day to come sooner,
Oh, the National,
Oh, the National,
Oh, the National,
Oh, the National,
Oh, the National.
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