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 my…

By land, by sea.

Farewell… to this land’s cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between archers1
Her very Lowness with her head in a sling
I’m truely sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing
“I say, Charles, don’t you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother’s bridal veil?”
And so I checked all the registered historical facts
And I was shocked into shame to discover
How I’m the 18th pale descendent
Of some old queen or other
Oh has the world changed or have I changed?
Oh has the world changed or have I changed?
As some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs
(I swear to God, I swear)
I never even knew what drugs were
So I broke into the Palace
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
She said: “Eh, I know 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 dry
And talk about precious things
But when you’re tied to your Mother’s apron
No one talks about castration
We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
Like Love and Law and Poverty
These are the things that kill me
We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry
And talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair
These are the things that kill me

All their life, they make love and then pierce through me

Pass the Pub who saps your body
And the church who’ll snatch your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it’s so lonely on a limb
Pass the Pub that wrecks your body
And the church – all they want is your money
The Queen is dead, boys
And it’s so lonely on a limb2Life 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