Horrible Histories - Boudicca lyrics

Gonna cause a stink Won't be the first to blink I'm not who you think Don't mess with me, I'm Boudicca! My husband Presotagus died He was a Celtic king I was his queen, so due to me Was half of everything Roman law gave half to me So half was what they got Till their nasty soldiers came And took the blessed lot Hey mister! I say you got the wrong end of the stick His answer turned this sister Into one angry chick! No man, Roman'll Push around this woman You won't get far, with Boudicca Foeman, yeoman, Smash the Roman foeman All say yah! Yah! Boudicca! I built a ma**ive army Headed straight for the city Beat 'em all with ease And like me, it wasn't pretty Chopped 'em and hacked but What made their red blood curl Bad enough being beaten But beaten by a girl? Wacked 'em, smacked 'em Boy how we attacked 'em Near and far, ha ha ha! Flayed 'em, slayed 'em Up and down parade 'em Boudicca! Toughest by far! Colchester, London, St. Albans Everybody talk about dead Romans! We marched on up the Roman road That's known as Watling Street They trapped us in the forest Then thrashed us to our defeat By now you'd guessed I'm not the kind Of girl to sit and cry Be sold a slave to Romans? You know I'd rather die! They tried to take me prisoner So I led the Roman boys on Instead of giving in to them I swallowed special poison! Martyr, smarter Capturer, non-starter This was our last hurrah! Slaughtered, dismembered Our tribe always remember Boudicca! Superstar! Boudicca! Superstar!