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🎵Oh the world will sing of a British King,
a thou-sand years from now.
And not because he passed some laws
or had a mas-sive row.
While the good people of Britain lead
the great strikes that they're on.
We'll all have to toil away
whilst that good-for-nothin' Charles, is
as pointless as he is inept.
Whenever the history books are kept
they'll call him the last king of Bri-tain
(A pox on the last king of Bri-tain!)
[Instrumental]
He sits, oh, on the throne,
as the fucking king.
A little shite who's rather like,
a broke arm in a sling.
And we'll have a big rebellion,
if we cannot have our way.
And we'll say fuck that ponce
and his brother's a nonce.
You see, we don’t fucking play.
Fuck the Royals, and that is final.
If he dies now, it's sure to go viral.
A pox on the last king of Bri-tain!
[To gay lover] Lay that punk right on me, babe! *wink*
[Instrumental lead by gay lover]
While we are torn to pieces
and we're robbed of our bread
that bloody crown makes us all frown
while children aren't being fed.
Ah! But while there is a merry one
in the British working class,
we'll find a way to make them pay
and we'll say 'good on' lass!'
A minute before he knows we're thee'er ['there', but do it broad Yorkshire]...
…some comrade kicks him up the rear.
That bastard and the last of, king of Bri-tain
[...]
King Charles, the last king of Bri-tain
Yeah!🎵