so filthy rich – yet has no power,
it seems we
have to pay for all her stuff,
she sell some trinkets from the Tower?
I guess she
doesn’t know that times are tough.
waves to the crowd and blows them kisses,
funny though, now here’s the thing:
the Queen, and she’s his missus –
so why the
hell ain’t he the bleeding King?
Charlie’s next to rule, right after Mummy,
that there hasn’t been a coup:
why he hasn’t spat the dummy?
He had his
Princess and his mistress too!
turned out cool, so cute and funny,
well-bred, hot blue-blooded boys,
it must be
great when Daddy has the money,
to buy the
Navy for your Christmas toys!
lines of aunts and cousins, all succeeding,
the palace parties, serve the tea,
result of upper-crust inbreeding,
meaning of the royal “we.”
time we get a royal wedding,
around the world in overkill,
we laugh and
sing, but there’s one thing we’re dreading,
the bums who foot the bloody bill!
Don’t get me
wrong, I bear the Queen no malice,
days it’s a bit beyond a joke,
there in her public-funded palace,
her subjects going broke!
of all the benefits and spoils,
diamond-studded scepters, all that gold,
need crowns if we ain’t got no royals,
and we can
split the profits when they’re sold!
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