I'll tell you what, they've done us ain't they? Strike me down, no word of a lie, they've stitched us up good 'n' proper. We fought off them bleedin' Krauts during the war but these lot 'ave done us. When them Germans came up with their Arian supremacy bollocks, we give 'em stick, made 'em clear off back to their own manor. This new lot, I tell you what, it's stealth. The bastards snuck in, bosh bosh bosh! Stitched us up like kippers, it's all over.
Mark my words, it's all come on top. 2008, year of the brown baby, trust me. They infiltrated us haven't they. The cheeky buggers. In the 60's, started breeding with our birds didn't they. We didn't mind 'em havin' a few of the rougher ones! I mean that Gloria, rough as old boots. Who'd want her? Anyway, we was set up, 2008 Year of reading they told us. While half the bleedin' country's got their 'ed stuck in a book, one of 'ems scored hat-trick for the England footy. Well course, everybody loves 'em now. So next another one sticks it the Wops, don't he. He goes and wins that formula one thing, so they've got us all lovin' em. Before you know it, bosh! Another one's in the White House, he's got all them launch codes to them nuclear bombs, we're done for. I ain't racialist me, in fact I'm protected. When that Winston geezer put our Donna up the duff, I became family. Nah, you know what, I take me 'at off to 'em. Operation Melting pot, good luck to it.