Genesis, Sailing England by the Pound - Dancing with the moonlit knight:

Can you tell me, where my contry lies? said the unifaun to his true love's eyes.
It lies whit me, cried the Queen of Maybe,
for her machandise, he traded in his prize.

Paper late! cried a voice in the crowd.
Old man dies! the note he left was signed
"Old Father Thames"- it seems he's drowned;
sailing England by th pound.
Citizen of Hope & Glory,
Times goes by- it's "the time of your life".

Easy now, sit you down.
Chewing through your Wimpy dreams,
they eat without a sound;
digesting England by the pound.

Young man says, " you are what you eat"- eat well
Old mans says, "you are what you wear"- wear well.
You know what you are, you don't give a damn.
Burssting your belt that is your homemade sham.