hemmed in like a boar between arches
     her very Lowness with her head in a sling
     Im truely sorry-but it sounds like a wonderful thing
     dear Charles, dont you ever crave
     to appear on the front of the Daily mail
     dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?
     So, I checked all the registered historical facts
     and I was shocked into shame to discover
     how Im the 18th pale descendent
     of some, old queen or other
     has the world changed, or have I changed?
     has the world changed, or have I changed?
     as some 9-year old tough peddles drugs
     (I never even knew what drugs were)
     And 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 we can talk about precious things
     but when you are tied to your mother's  apron
     not one talks about castration
     We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
     and we can 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 we can talk about precious things
     but the rain that flattens my hair
     theses 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'
     you can trust me, boys
     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