The true story of a guy with colourful dress sense.
Lyrics
Good Queen Bess 111
Even I who am somewhat shy had heard
About the infamous Good Queen Bess 111
Her notoriety in some society was absurd
And convinced me she’d be quite a plucky bird…
Chorus:
Good Queen Bess the Third
We all got blessed but her…
From her northern home where she was bred and born she roamed
She had to abdicate to a neutral state all alone
Like a latter-day Dick dressed like a chick she patrolled
Through the Streets of Gold as her mother’s son she strolled
Chorus:
Good…
There was no-one dressed like her…
She had six languages at the tip of her tongue by day
And she sometimes told the truth depending on her mood at night
It was plain to hear this blond wasn’t dumb no way
But for some there was never quite enough proof in sight..
Chorus:
Like a French whore or a gangster’s moll
She wore fake mink and sable
And she hid her roots behind a southern drawl
And danced like careless Betty Grable
Chorus: repeat and fade..
