I'm not an anarchist\\
but I know a man who is\\
He composed this masterpiece\\
about the nouveau stinking riche\\
Of cabbages and future kings\\
and marriage guidance councelings\\
Of geriatrics losing hope\\
in [[Stephen Patrick]]'s overcoat\\
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Excuse my rudery\\
but stuff the jubilee!\\
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It's the last tango at the palace\\
[[Christopher goes down on Alice]]\\
A make-up girl from Selfridges\\
unaccustomed to such privelages\\
Selected for the purposes\\
of His Majesty's secret services\\
The kind of secret services\\
usually confined to circuses\\
\\
Excuse my rudery\\
but stuff the jubilee!\\
[[Princess A to Princess Bea]]\\
and all their work for charity\\
Every royal lion's head\\
on every boiled and frying egg\\
And every sodding polo team\\
in Hello! bloody magazine\\
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And if you feel this story lacks\\
the royal seal on candle wax\\
Reel to reels of scuzzy facts\\
of dodgy deal and income tax\\
String me up from Traitor's Gate\\
stick my head upon a stake\\
And if you feel this story sucks\\
that's probably becauae I made it up\\
I didn't really hitch a lift\\
to Windsor Castle bearing gifts\\
And I can prove it wasn't me\\
I was on a stage in Germany\\
I've always loved the Queenie Mum\\
her daughters and her daughter's sons\\
From Princess A to Princess Bea\\
And all the Royal Family\\
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Stuff the jubilee! \\