The locale neglected By shadowy features Orphans, invertebrates Grand at my shoulder Hack! Salt of the earth And a tower of strength, Jack Coat just a sack And my back swells like my chest The rest is unkempt, Jack But who makes your mind up? Who makes your mind up? Is it true there's a man like you In the Church of England? Is it true there's a man like you In the Church of England? Lofty branches From humble roots Mugs of tea for the referee Oh, English rain Cellotape and photographs And English rain Cellotape and photographs And English rain