An English Gentleman (Bradfield James Dean)

An officer and an English gentleman Are driving west to see who we are No cashmere coat Just flowers and a smiling face So this is our home Perhaps we're the same A-walking down your street again With our sleeping bags under our arms And it feels like we're never going home But you gave us more than we need my friend And we're so happy To be be at the door Of an English gentleman An English gentleman What mischief makes Is confusion in a dreary man But it's not your fault You just understand That there are no lies It's just the way we feel today So this is our home Perhaps we're the same Now we're walking down your street again With our sleeping bags and our plans And it feels like we're never going home But you gave us more than we needed friend We were so happy To be at the door of an English gentleman Yeah, an English gentleman But you gave us more than we needed friend We were so happy To be at the door of an English gentleman An English gentleman Yeah, an English gentleman