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Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty, <br>
Put me on the train for London Town, <br>
Take me anywhere, <br>
Drop me anywhere, <br>
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham <br>
But I don't care,<br>
I should like to see my ...<br>
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I don't bless them<br>
Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes <br>
Hemmed in like a boar between archers <br>
Her very Lowness with a head in a sling <br>
I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing <br>
<br>
I said Charles, don't you ever crave <br>
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail <br>
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ? <br>
Oh ... <br>
And so, I checked all the registered historical facts <br>
And I was shocked into shame to discover <br>
How I'm the 18th pale descendant <br>
Of some old queen or other <br>
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Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ? <br>
Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ? <br>
<br>
Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs <br>
I swear to God <br>
I swear : I never even knew what drugs were <br>
Oh ... <br>
So, I broke into the palace <br>
With a sponge and a rusty spanner <br>
She said : "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing" <br>
I said : "That's nothing - you should hear me play piano" <br>
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry <br>
And talk about precious things <br>
But when you're tied to your Mother's apron <br>
No-one talks about castration <br>
Oh ... <br>
<br>
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry <br>
And talk about precious things <br>
Like love and law and poverty <br>
Oh, these are the things that kill me <br>
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry <br>
And talk about precious things <br>
But the rain that flattens my hair ... <br>
Oh, these are the things that kill me <br>
<br>
All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there <br>
<br>
Past the Pub who saps your body <br>
And the church who'll snatch your money <br>
The Queen is dead, boys <br>
And it's so lonely on a limb <br> 
Past the Pub that wrecks your body <br>
And the church - all they want is your money <br>
The Queen is dead, boys <br>
And it's so lonely on a limb <br> 
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Life is very long, when you're lonely <br>
Life is very long, when you're lonely <br>
Life is very long, when you're lonely <br>
Life is very long, when you're lonely <br>
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