I'm not an anarchist but I know a man who is

he composed this masterpiece about the nouveau stinking riche

Of cabbages and future kings and marriage guiding councelings

Of geratrics losing hope in Stephen Patrick's overcoat



Excuse my rudery but stuff the jubilee!



It's the last tango at the palace

Christopher goes down on Alice

A make up girl from Salfridges unaccustomed to such priveleges

Selected for the purposes of His Majest's secret services

The kind of secret services usually confined to circuses



Excuse my rudery but stuff the jubilee!

Princess A to Princess Bea and all their work for charity

Every royal lion's head on every boiled and frying egg

And every modding polo team in Hallo! bloody magazine



And if you feel this story lacks the royal seal on candle wax

Real to reals of scurry facts of dodgy deal and income tax

String me up from Traitor's Gate stick my head upon a stake

And if you feel this story sucks that's probably because I made it up

I didn't really hitch a lift to Windsor Castle bearing gifts

And I can prove it wasn't me

I was on a stage in Germany

I've always loved the Queenie Mum her daughters and her daughter's sons

>From Princess A to Princess Bea

And all the Royal Family



Stuff the jubilee!

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