No Sweat

 

No sweat, my prince, no sweat
No sweat, my prince, no sweat

When I was under fire
I did not perspire
My oxters were drying up
For another liar

No sweat, my prince, no sweat
Jeffrey Epstein is dead

You will be the woke king
Just do not confess
Say you were eating
Hawaiian at Pizza Express

Maybe slip another bung to Sarah Ferguson
Maybe call mummy on the telephone
C’mon, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon
God save my mum
Eugenie, she’s got my back
Eugenie, she loves her dad

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