Lyrics: Sting/Neil Dorfsman
Music: Sting/Neil Dorfsman
I don't drink coffee,I take tea,my dear
I like my toast done on one side
And you can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm an Englishman in New York
See me walking down Fifth Avenue
A walking cane here at my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm an Englishman in New York
Oh,I'm an alien,I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
Oh,I'm an alien,I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
If "manners maketh man" as someone said
He's the hero of the day
It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile
Be yourself no matter what they say
Oh,I'm an alien,I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
Oh,I'm an alien,I'm a legal alien
I'm an Englishman in New York
Modesty,propriety can lead to notoriety
You could end up as the only one
Gentleness,sobriety are rare in this society
At night a candle's brighter than the sun
Takes more than combat gear to make a man
Takes more than a license for a gun
Confront your enemies,avoid them when you can
A gentleman will walk but never run