When some Americans
Look across the sea.
All they think they see,
Is us Brit's drinking tea.
Well let me tell you now,
It isn't me.
I much prefer,
My cup of coffee.
Then again let me say,
As I drink the tea.
My missus made,
To the last drop.
When you go out drinking,
It's called a bar hop.
I don't mean to spout;
When we Brit's go out,
It's called a pub crawl.
You must see of course,
This means our beers,
Stronger than yours.