The king is dead the king is dead
Forgive me if I don’t say long live
I’m too busy dancing instead
Alas, it won’t wreck his head
He has passed on the realms of the dead.
Radio for the announcement
My whole family
In one clammy corner
Champing to hear it
Heart failure, the physician’s pronouncement
He died in the small hours
Surrounded by a small crowd
Consistent of friends, family and loyal vassals, his council
Crowning is always fun, gilded eerie champagne delirium.
The way he looked recently, it was bound to a happen
This country is staying in one place, bound to a rock for the Kraken
England’s most loyal, obese lions in full Lonsdale
We need a firebrand whipcracker to champion us
See away these knuckledraggers, drag them from out the palaces.
On the steps to the fresh gallows, Jesus Wept
Treacherously wet, watch your step
A pint-dependent fat guy chewing the end of his vape pen
‘Eh’ and ‘dyou know what I mean’ bookending every sentence:
We could be magnificent again
Our empire of magnanimity mainly taught manners
Anyone who is a naga, anyone wearing a bandana who throws molotovs
Anyone who thinks the strong should relent to the weak for any reason
It’s gonna be mazel tov from Albion, boats to bring you out beyond
Straw to sleep in fore and aft, at the bay mothers weeping, not an act.
Alchemisland 
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