Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,Put me on the train for London Town,Take me anywhere,Drop me anywhere,Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham'Cause I don't care,
I should like to see...
Violent person ...
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshesHemmed in like a boar between archesHer very Lowness with a head in a slingI'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing
I said Charles, don't you ever craveTo appear on the front of the Daily MailDressed in your Mother's bridal veil ?Oh ...And so, I checked all the registered historical factsAnd I was shocked into shame to discoverHow I'm the 18th pale descendantOf some old queen or other
Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ?Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ?
Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugsI swear to GodI swear : I never even knew what drugs were
Oh ...So, I broke into the palaceWith a sponge and a rusty spannerShe said : "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
I said : "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano"
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dryAnd talk about precious thingsBut when you're tied to your Mother's apron
No-one talks about castration
Oh ...
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dryAnd talk about precious thingsLike love and law and povertyOh, these are the things that kill me
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dryAnd talk about precious thingsBut the rain that flattens my hair ...
Oh, these are the things that kill me
All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there
Past the Pub who saps your bodyAnd the church who'll snatch your moneyThe Queen is dead, boysAnd it's so lonely on a limbPast the Pub that wrecks your bodyAnd the church - all they want is your moneyThe Queen is dead, boysAnd it's so lonely on a limb
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Life is very long, when you're lonely
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