| Oh, take me back to dear old Blighty
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| Put me on the train for London Town
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| Take me anywhere
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| Drop me anywhere
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| In Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
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| But I don’t care
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| I should like to see—
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| I don’t bless them
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| Farewell to this land’s cheerless marshes
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| Hemmed in like a boar between archers
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| Her very Lowness with her head in a sling
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| I’m truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing
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| I say Charles don’t you ever crave
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| To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
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| Dressed in your mother’s bridal veil?
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| (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
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| And so I checked all the registered historical facts
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| And I was shocked into shame to discover
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| How I’m the 18th pale descendent
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| Of some old queen or other
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| Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
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| Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
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| Some nine year old tough who peddles drugs
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| I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were
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| (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
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| So I broke into the Palace
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| With a sponge and a rusty spanner
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| She said, «Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing»
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| I said, «That's nothing, you should hear me play piano»
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| We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
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| And talk about precious things
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| But when you are tied to your mother’s apron
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| No-one talks about castration
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| (Oh, oh-oh)
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| We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
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| And talk about precious things
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| Like love and law and poverty, oh, oh
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| (These are the things that kill me)
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| We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
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| And talk about precious things
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| But the rain that flattens my hair, oh
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| (These are the things that kill me)
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| All their lies about makeup and long hair, are still there
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| Past the pub that saps your body
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| And the church who’ll snatch your money
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| The Queen is dead, boys
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| And it’s so lonely on a limb
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| Pass the pub that wrecks your body
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| And the church, all they want is your money
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| The Queen is dead, boys
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| And it’s so lonely on a limb
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| Life is very long, when you’re lonely
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| Life is very long, when you’re lonely
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| Life is very long, when you’re lonely
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| Life is very long, when you’re lonely |