Gonna cause a stink Won't be the first to blink I'm not who you think Don't mess with me, I'm Boudicca
My husband Prasutagus died, he was a Celtic king I was his queen, so due to me was half of everything Roman law gave half to me, so half was what they got 'Til their nasty soldiers came and took the blessed lot Hey mister, I say you got the wrong end of the stick His answer turned this sister into one angry chick
No man, Roman'll push around this woman You won't get far with Boudicca Bowmen, yeomen, smash the Roman foemen All say yah (yah!) Boudicca
I built a massive army, headed straight for the city Beat 'em all with ease, unlike me, it wasn't pretty Chopped 'em and hacked, but what made their red blood curl (Bad enough being beaten, but beaten by a girl?)
Whacked 'em, smacked 'em, boy, how we attacked 'em Near and far, ha ha ha! Flayed 'em, slayed 'em, up and down parade 'em Boudicca Toughest by far
Colchester, London, St. Albans Everybody talk about dead Romans!
We marched on up the Roman road that's known as Watling Street They trapped us in the forest, then thrashed us to our defeat By now, you'd guessed I'm not the kind of girl to sit and cry Be sold a slave to Romans? You know I'd rather die! They tried to take me prisoner, so I led the Roman boys on Instead of giving in to them, I swallowed special poison
Martyr, smarter, capturer, non-starter This was our last hurrah Slaughtered, dismembered, our tribe always remembered Boudicca! Superstar! Boudicca! Superstar!
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