Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty, Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don't care, I should like to see my I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very Lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said Charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil? Oh And so, I checked all the registered historical facts And I was shocked into shame to discover How I'm the 18th pale descendant Of some old queen or other Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed? Oh has the world changed, or have I changed? Some nine-year old tough who peddles d** I swear to God I swear, I never even knew what d** were Oh 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 talk about precious things But when you're tied to your Mother's apron No-one talks about castration Oh We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things Like love and law and poverty Oh, these are the things that k** me We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things But the rain that flattens my hair Oh, these are the things that k** me All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there Past the pub who saps your body And the church who'll snatch your money The Queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb Past the pub that wrecks your body And the church, all they want is your money The Queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb 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