Here in this postcard
I want to tell you
What I never could to your face
Because I'm British, reserved
I hope you're happy
I hope that you are being served

Sometimes I feel so British if you please
So British if you please I'm turning Japanese
Whoops tsk tsk dot dot dot...

The weather's stormy
Here in Osaka
Stiff upper lip and all that kind of thing
Note to self: do buck up
I feel so strange here
I feel so far away from everything
I'm running out of space again
So much to say

I'm signing off now
I hope you're chipper
Toodle pip
Do try to keep in touch
Keep your dander up etc
Sometimes I feel so British if you please
So unreal I'm almost Japanese

Whoops PS I forgot
Do I miss you? Not a lot