Take me back to
Dear Old Blighty
Put me on the train to London town
Take me anywhere
Drop me anywhere
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham
But I don't care!
I should like to...

(By land, by sea)

Farewell...
To this land's cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her Very Lowness, with her head in a sling
I'm truly sorry
But it sounds like a wonderful thing!

I say: "Charles, don't 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 I'm 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?
Some 9-year old tough peddles drugs
(I swear to God, I swear
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 talk about precious things
But when you're tied
to your mother's apron
No-one talks about castration

We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
And 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 talk about precious things
But the rain that flattens my hair
These are things that kill me
(All their lies about make up
And long hair they're still there)

Pass 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

Pass 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
Life is very long (when you're lonely)