Farewell to this land's cheerless marches

Hemmed in like a boar between arches

Her very Lowness with her head in a sling

I'm truly 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?

Some nine 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 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 dry

And talk about precious things

But when you are 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

Passed the pub that 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 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'