They had there parties to honour the queen,
Bunting was out and fat uglies were seen.
Long may she reign, and all that trash,
a few ciders later they were singing the sash.
They forgot for a while they owed the queen money,
an amount so large she didnt find funny.
They hoped and prayed she'd turn a blind eye,
but she'd rather let the Ranjurs die.
But the old battle-axe, said your loyalty means nowt,
I dont care what you sing, dont care what you shout.
Pay me in full or you will feel the wrath,
You manky swines need more than a bath.
Off with your heads and 5 star tattoos,
Yer 'Aye