Living in the Lincoln fens as happy as can be
Townsfolk tend to ridicule
We do things differently.
When looking for a likely wife
Well they’re very scarce you see
That’s why we try to keep these things in the family
We're inbred
We're inbred
We're inbred and proud you see
We're inbred
Oh we're inbred
Life is tough for a Billinger ruff
When you’re inbred and proud
In or fenland village we have a swimming pool
Its where the fenland folk do go, in summer to keep cool.
We won cups in every gala, opposition we did trance.
With pointy heads and our webbed feet, they didn’t stand a chance
In the fens there is no place for genealogy
Coz every bodies ancestors they’re all the same you see.
It makes an easy Project to draw your family tree
Just ask your mate if you can borrow his, and make a quick
copy !
Our Brother George gets good reports
At school he is quite able
Some struggle with their adding up
He's doing his 12 x table
Teacher said “But you’re a thicko George
You’re one of those who lingers”
He said, “that’s before I realised
I had these extra fingers”
Now there was a girl that I once loved
She was not the one for me
Coz she came from another village, and that’s no good you see
Stick with your own kind mate, me father said to me.
And he should know, he married his Cousin
That’s why we’re all inbred.
Now from all the names they call us
Its fairly plain to see
That turnip, fennie, yellow belly, swampy
They don’t bother me
That’s coz you don’t realise we are quite posh you see,
As we follow the tradition of the royal family.
