Imagine no agreement,
It’s easy if you try…
Pure hell below us,
Above us darkest sky!
Imagine Europeans,
Chuckling ev’ry day…

Imagine new hard borders,
It isn’t “hard” to do,
Nothing to free up movement,
No customs union, too,
Imagine Johnny Foreigner,
Laughing at us Brits…

You may think it’s a nightmare,
And you’re not the only one,
We don’t want to be leavers,
But the deed might be done.

Imagine no French dressing,
No sangria, bratwurst,
No European exports,
(That would be even worse)
Imagine all our people,
Who cannot cross la Manche!

You may think it’s a nightmare,
And you’re not the only one,
We don’t want to be leavers,
We’ll stop the deed being done!