The Queen came up to Liverpool
To dine at our Town Hall
In the evening wrote to her husband
‘Dear Philip, I’m having a ball
I think I’ll hang around
I mean everything’s happening here
I’m beginning to dig the poetry scene
And the ale, as they say, is the gear.’
So while she was having a castle built
Down in Castle Street
She had a look round Liverpool 8
Found a pad there, small but neat
She moved in a few belongings
Corgis, crown, a throne
And blueblood in the neighbourhood
Really raised the tone
Soon Her Majesty was caught up
In the bohemian social whirl
Our gracious teenybopper
Everybody’s girl
I met her at a party
Somewhere in Norris Green
I was just a layabout
And she was queen of the scene
But love knows no class barriers
As you well rightly know
And as I’d had a few that night
I thought I’d have a go
We had a couple of dances
As a matter of fact we raved
And when I asked ‘Can I take you home?’
She simply smiled and waved
And she told me next morning
‘I’ll never love another
I’ve always fancied weirdos
I appoint you Royal Lover.’
The same day we decided
To set the social pace
And once we’d laced our sneakers
There was noone in the race
We’d go everynight to the alehouse
Throw down a few black ’n’ tans
She’d roll a joint in the Ladies
And we’d crawl back home on our hands
Our world was mad and frenzied
The sun refused to set
Our joy seemed neverending
A life of fun – and yet
Happiness is mis-shaped
As I was soon to learn
For now this little story
Takes on a sadder turn
For the Establishment was angry
And to everyone’s surprise
Her husband and the Prime Minister
Were planning her demise
They kidnapped her one morning
While I was still in bed
Took her to the Tower
And chopped off her head
now sadly i remember
with tears for company
how i spent summer with the monarch
and
the monarch
spent summer
with me.