I've opted out of your subject folly
The past was yours, your future's uncertain
An unwanted stage with your airs and graces
It's time to draw your final curtain
A privileged birthright from a by-gone age
A pointless and powerless waste of money
God save our tourist industry
I'd laugh at your silly ways, but it's really not that funny
We're all born equal with freedom of choice
Unless you're a king, a queen or a duke
"Your Majesty", "Your Grace", "My Lord" and "My Lady"
All these titles just make one puke
Send me to the tower and off with my head
For my treasonous words many centuries past
But millions like me share these views
Queen Elizabeth, my dear, may you be the last
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