He said he was seasick, before Labour began

I’ m  from Croatia, how about you?
I talk with my crutches  that I bought in the zoo
The eagles were flying as if they might pray
I talked to God but he said  he can’t say
I  do like  this England , I grew up in Madrid
I should have been sad for my mother was dead
Croatia is stunning,I’ve seem my old man
He said he was seasick, before Labour began
I can’t vote in Elections, nor receive ready meals
My skin is still white but they say I will peel
Croatia’s my dream place, the mountains are steep
The sea it is blue as we know by the bleeps
I wish I was English, but it’s no use to  dream
I ‘m psychopathic   and abnormally clean
I’ve got attachment disorder, am I mentally ill?
I was nearly newborn when my mum  took  the pill
Humanae Vita, no  abortions allowed
No contraception as we’re all well endowed
The Pope gave his answers, we all disobeyed
Otherwise virtue is nobody’s game