Lincoln

Lyrics

Lincoln, Lincoln, I know what you're thinkin' Livin' in Lincoln ain't cool But come to a place where pianos are plinkin' Lincoln's Cathedral School The teachers are friendly, the choirboys polite And they sing to each other most every night Ahhahahahahaha And they churn out good men who've got hardly a kink in But a strong fair of girls is alright So I'll send my child to the choir school in Lincoln The atmosphere's simply unique The old-fashioned inkwells no longer have ink in They threw out the quills just last week The gamesmaster once played for Lincoln FC Till he tripped on his shoe lace and fractured his knee And the strawberry custard's got far too much pink in But it just tastes of childhood to me Eaton is easily beaten And Harrow's too narrow for me I'll entrust my child's formative years to a staff room with one GCE But there's a whole 'nother Lincoln beyond the school gates The bright lights are blinkin', adventure awaits Lincoln, Lincoln, where are glasses are clinkin' You're famous for history and pork With restaurants for eating and winebaths for drinking And much less graffiti than York You never display a provincial mindset (No!) For you've two Trusthouse Fortes, a Yates, and a Pret And though your water supply has high levels of zinc in It's hardly killed anyone yet Lincoln, Lincoln, where car crime is shrinkin' With thirteen protected car parks Your drunkards are winkin', your tramps ain't too stinkin' But still, don't go out after dark And every September a foot-and-mouth cull No, there's never a moment that's boring or dull And the ODEON Cinema is still showing Krull And by the same token You've found a new slogan: "Lincoln, it's better than Hull!" (It's better than Hull!)