Johnny Rotten’s putting up bunting
For the cunting queen’s jubilee.
Don’t get me started on the street parties
And all the bonkers bank holiday glee.
Troops are colouring in your minds
With lies to feed your loyalty.
Andrew’s sweating like a ham.
Fuck all the fucking royalty.
Queen and country’s a fan club
And a symbol of all that’s wrong
With this land of hope and glory
And the buying-it throbbing throng.
Celebrate with burgers and beer,
And a sunny day off work.
Me? I played God Save the Queen
LOUDLY, with a smirk.