Oh, take me back to dear old Blighty / Put me on the train for London Town / Take me anywhere / Drop me anywhere / In Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham / But I don’t care / I should like to see—

(I don’t bless them) / Farewell to this land’s cheerless marshes / Hemmed in like a boar between archers / Her Very Lowness with her head in a sling / I’m truly sorry but it sounds like a wonderful thing

I say Charles don’t you ever crave / To appear on the front of the Daily Mail / Dressed in your mother’s bridal veil? / (Oh, oh-oh…)

And so I checked all the registered historical facts / And I was shocked into shame to discover / How I’m the 18th pale descendant / Of some old Queen or other

Oh has the world changed, or have I changed? / Oh has the world changed, or have I changed? / Some 9 year old tough who peddles drugs / I swear to God, I swear I never even knew what drugs were / (Oh, oh-oh…)

So I broke into the Palace / With a sponge and a rusty spanner / She said, “Eh, I know you, and you cannot sing” / I said, “That’s nothing, you should hear me play piano”

We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry / And talk about precious things / But when you are tied to your mother’s apron / No-one talks about castration / (Oh, oh-oh…)

We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry / And talk about precious things / Like love and law and poverty, oh, oh / (These are the things that kill me)

We can go for a walk where it’s quiet and dry / And talk about precious things / But the rain that flattens my hair, oh / (These are the things that kill me) / All their lies about makeup and long hair, are still there

Past the pub that saps your body / And the church who’ll snatch your money / The Queen is dead, boys / And it’s so lonely on a limb

Pass the pub that wrecks your body / And the church, all they want is your money / The Queen is dead, boys / And it’s so lonely on a limb

Life is very long, when you’re lonely…

[By Johnny Marr – Steven Patrick Morrissey © Rough Trade Records, 1986]