Stand, Europe

German sausage and Viennese columns

Are protected by statutes and Golums

So mighty is the German craft

It cannot lend those Greeks a raft

For disagreement we are unable

To rescue culture from its cradle

No reform in forlorn France

Who's head is up its own ass

No support from folded-arms Britain

Who is twice shy, but has yet to be bitten

Italy is loathe to compensate

Those mafia dons who won't incorporate

Out with Silvio, out with Monti

We don't like politics in full nuddie

So its left to Alba and Estonia

Poland, and those who remember Bosnia

To stand up to bears and eagles

For a land united by historic evils

What here, then, is worth saving?

With torn-down monarchs and dictats raving

Europe, stand, upon your law

Only you know what came before

Only you know the heights and splendour

Of fertile land and high culture

You know how it feels to have wounds torn and tender

Yet you squat as some old vulture.