There’s something rotten at the heart of team GB
A message to you Lizzie – kill your sons
And that something rotten is the monarchy
A message to you Lizzie – kill your sons
Sex crimes, tax crimes, corruption
A message to you Lizzie – kill your sons
We don’t need looking after
Lizzie – kill your sons
A message to you Lizzie – kill your sons

Put us out our misery
We don’t need more monarchy
Time to draw the line, Lizzie
And kill your sons

Kings and queens and inbetweens are for fairy stories
A message to you Lizzie – kill your sons
There really is no need for them in the 21st century
A message to you Lizzie – kill your sons
Time to get up off your knees and see the poverty
A message to you Lizzie – kill your sons
It can be eradicated with truth and money
A message to you Lizzie – kill your sons

 

see also:

God Save Our Quids

Fuck The Jubilee