The Queen is Dead (Take Me Back to Dear Old Blighty Medley).

Farewell... to this land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between archers
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 descendant
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 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 lies about make-up and long hair, still there
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 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