What the hell can be wrong with me?
Not joining in the party in the streets
Tug your forelock if you've got one
Skinhead nation's idea of fun
Pantomime, nursery rhyme
Living off the proceeds of violent crime
Please don't let it rain on the mad parade
Superstitious toothless want to have their glory day
Eighteenth century fancy dress
Trying to digest an Eton mess
Fantasyland history theme park
The future compressed into the past
Thousand years of foul oppression
Always plotting for your succession
Thousand years of inbred warlords
Ruling through blood and the sword
Consecrated oil from Jerusalem
Miracles claimed in order to befuddle 'em
Clergy have ways of making you kneel
Happy new year, thirteen twenty-three
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