Never laughed too much.
Hated the monarchy.
Yes, he hated the queen.
Was he in a dream?
Dowsing her lights was in his dreams
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey hey
To tell you a story.
You could say he was a one man jury.
Your door, your door, your door!
A chance would come to even the score.
Oh boy, oh boy.
With a pretty doll he would go far.
Down to London where the bright lights are.
Lights are, lights are, lights are!
And I say the mission his decision.
The winds blew cold. The sky turned grey.
He pointed the gun and then he pulled the trigger.
The message that he would now deliver.