You don't know who you're looking at Now have a look at me I'm a bit of a nob I am Belong to Royaltee I'll tell you how it came about I married widow Burch And I was King of England When I toddled out of church Outside the people started shouting, “Hip hooray” Said I, “Get down upon your knees its Coronation Day.
Chorus: I'm Henery the eighth I am, Henery the eighth I am, I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before Everyone was a Henery she wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam I'm her eighth old man named Henery, I'm Henery the eighth I am.”
I left the Duke of Cumberland a pub up in the town Soon with one or two moochers I was holding up the Crown I sat upon the bucket that the car men think their own Surrounded by my subjects I was sitting on the throne Out came the potman saying, “Go on home to bed” Said I, “Now say another word and off'll go your head.
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Now at the waxworks exhibition not so long ago I was sitting among the Kings I made a lovely show To good old Queen Elizabeth I shouted, “Wotcha Liz!” While people poked my ribs and said, “I wonder who this is?” One said, “Its Charlie Peace.” and then I got the spike I shouted, “Show your ignorance!” as waxy as you like.
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Written and composed by Murry & Weston Performed by Harry Champion (1865-1942)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
