The queen was drinking champers
And it really put the dampers
When Sayed and Mohammed
And lots of other rag heads
Messed up her snow white rugs
Bringing dirt and mess and bugs
To her parlour oh so pretty
But lets get to the nitty gritty
She called her guards out two by two
"Now bugger off or they fire on you!"
But don’t you want us here, oh queen?
Its pretty horrible where we’ve been
No hand outs by the nanny state
Its far too bad to contemplate
No houses for my dozen wives
And its difficult to stay alive
Without state benefits like you get
And no state pensions you can bet
We wos told the streets were paved with gold
Are you saying its not as we wos told?
For intruding now upon your leisure
And expecting you to show some pleasure
Oh cruel cruel is our lot
So now your sayin we’ll be shot