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The Princess is Dead
Goodbye to beaks and algy
Better get back to Blighty
Regards to Tiggy and Ruby
Marooned in a taffeta nightie
So say cheerio
Say cheerio to the world that we loved and the faces we knew
And the Princess is dead
That Edwardian fest was a riot
And a cold wind carried her innocence
Into the night
And the Princess is dead
She joined the departed with a sinister glaze in her eyes
Bring on the suitable virgins
Get em all ticking the boxes
Has she got a big house in the country?
Has daddy got hounds for foxes?
But where is the love?
Is it love that you’re after or a good time wave from the balcony?
Dust off the golden carriage
Polish the silver service
Brush up the mumbo jumbo
In the people’s cathedral she was married along with her name
The people came
And the Princess is chic
With a touch of that old school glamour
And the newspapers hurried the photographs onto the platforms
But the princess was already dead
A dead woman walking with a sinister glaze in her eyes
Bring on the maids and the butlers
Get em all stashing mementos
Selling the rights to the movie
Cos two is a fairytale marriage
But then there were three
Cos two is a party
But three is a crowd
And dearest papa….
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Pick up a couple of playboys
An overnight sensation
In these times of desperation
You had to put yourself about a bit
But that’s nothing new
I feel for you
I did that too
But Mr Bashir………
She’s so gotta go
And the Princess is dead
The vultures were circling over
The white cliffs of Dover
But nobody came
But the Princess was already dead
A dead woman walking with a noose and a bible and orphans
So spin up the Secret Service
Stoke up the drinking driver
Pay off a couple of actors
Tip off the Paparazzi…………
And the Princess is dead
That stiff upper lip had been lost in the post and we cried
And the Princess is dead now
So we blubbed and we bawled and we sobbed and we snivelled
For England
In the streets and the alleys
And perhaps at the palace
A nation let rip
And the Princess is dead now
She joined the departed with a terrible glaze in her eyes
So dust off the golden carriage
Polish the silver service
Brush up the mumbo jumbo
And say cheerio
Say cheerio to the world that we loved and the faces we knew
But where is she now?
She’s Marooned on an island with Elvis and Lucan and Maxwell
And the princess is not really dead?
She’s consigned to the Mulder and Scully conspiracy files
But the Princess is stone cold dead
Interned on an island in a flash mausoleum with gargoyles
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