Diana

(Ian Robb, 1981)



Our monarch's son, the Prince of Wales, a lovely boy they say

Got wed last week in London Town, all on a summer's day

With processions and with fanfares, a regular to-do

With all the royals from 'round the world, dukes and earls too.

And as their carriage passed along, amidst the shouts and cheers

With "Oohs" and "Aahs" and "ain't she lovely?" ringing in their ears

Our Queen she turned to Philip, with a tear all in her eye

And to her loving consort she reflected with a sigh,



She might have been a Catholic,

A Moslem or a Jew,

Red or black or yellow,

Or some other dreadful hue;

But she's Protestant, she's English,

And her blood is royal blue

She's a lady, she's perfection,

She's Diana

Ya-de-da-de, Ya-de-da-de, Ya-de-daah-de



Now, they say when Charlie brought her home one afternoon for tea,

His mum and dad were somewhat cool; well, quite predictably

For she weren't the first young debutante to try and trap his troth

And most had been unsuitable, or Catholic, or both.

But when they'd looked her in the mouth and she'd cantered round the yard

They soon began to think again; perhaps they'd been too hard?

So they had her checked for scandal, impropriety and sin:

They found her neat, sweet and complete, both outside and within.



Now, Lady Di, as she was known, soon played to rave reviews

The darling of the press was she; the nation's hottest news

There was pictures in the paper of her riding on her bike

They even showed some pictures that her daddy didn't like.

When Princess Anne got wind of this, she took Di by the hand;

Said "Darling, don't put up with this: - your privacy demand.

Be patient and be tactful, in the manner of a toff,

But when the bastards take no heed, just tell them 'Bugger off!' "

So, although she's scared of horses, thus a less-than-perfect mate

At Thirty-two Charles had to woo, before it got too late.

So the royal quack examined her and found her well equipped;

"For bearing royal offspring, she is adequately hipped."

She's beautiful, demure, she's graceful and refined,

With teeth that shine like pearls, and a face that's hardly lined.

She's intelligent, well spoken and extremely upper-class;

Yes, there's rather more to Lady Di than just a pretty . . . face.



She might have been a Catholic,

A Moslem or a Jew,

Red or black or yellow,

Or some other dreadful hue;

But she's protestant, she's English,

And her blood is royal blue

She's a lady, she's a mummy,

She's Diana

Ya-de-da-de, Ya-de-da-de, Ya-de-daah-de

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