Bada-bada, bop-bop-ba-dadada
Bada-bada, bop-bop-ba-dadada
Bada-bada, bop-bop-ba-dadada
Bada-bada, bop-bop-ba-da
There's a bloke called Alan Farthing
Gynecologist to the Royals
He's had to sign the Official Secrets Act
For the fannies over which he toils
You see, he's fondled Fergie's fuck-flaps
And he's fisted Princess Di
He's seen Middleton's muff, and Markle's minge
And Camilla Parker-Bowles' brown eye
But there's one vagina that tops the list –
It's the pride of Alan's C.V
It's ninety years old, it's got grey pubes
Trimmed as neat as neat can be!
The Queen's cunt
The Queen's cunt
It's the poshest minge in Britain
I say that without a doubt
The Queen's cunt
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
The Queen's cunt
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
You would have to suck a peppermint
If you were going to lick it out
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
[Parlé:] If one is going to drink from the furry cup – one has to hold one's finger up!
The Royal box must be the jewel in the crown
Of Alan Farthing's repertoire
It's got a crest with a lion and a unicorn on
That reads: 'Dieu et mon droit' (ooh-la-la!)
It has Grade II listed labia
And a Preserving Order on her clit
There's a pair of Beefeaters standing guard
At the entrance to her slit!
The Queen's-Queen's too posh to have a cock inserted
So one of her servants applied
Some silken gloves to hold her fuck-flaps apart
While her butler went feeling inside
Since he retired from pubic duty
The Duke of Edinburgh's got blue balls (blue balls!)
Now the only thing allowed up The Queen's cunt
Is a dildo made of jewels!
The Queen's cunt
The Queen's cunt
It's not the kind of cunt
Where you or I would get to spunk
The Queen's cunt
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
The Queen's cunt
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
It's not the type of cunt
That one might see when one is drunk
The Queen's cunt
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
The Queen's cunt
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
Is the poshest snatch in Britain
Without a shadow of a doubt
The Queen's cunt
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
The Queen's cunt
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
It smells so much like truffles
A little pig could sniff it out
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
(God save it – God save The Queen's cunt!)
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