I was shocked into shame to discover
And the church, wants to snatch your money
No one talks about castration
So, I checked all the registered historical facts
I swear to God, I never even knew what drugs were
The queen is dead, boys
Life is very long, when you're lonely
Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed?
I am this 18th pale descendant
But when you're tied to your mother's apron
Past the pub who wrecks your body
Her very lowness with a head in a sling
With a sponge and a rusty spanner
The queen is dead, boys

To appear on the front of the daily mail
And it's so lonely on a limb

Of some old queen or another

Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry
She said, "Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing"
Life is very long, when you're lonely
I'm truly sorry, but it sounds like a wonderful thing
And the church, all they want is your money
Past the pub who wrecks your body
And talk about precious things

So, I broke into the palace
I said, "That's nothing, you should hear me play piano"

You can trust me, boys
I said, "Charles, don't you ever crave

Some 9 year old tough who peddles drugs
Dressed in your mother's bridal veil?"