There once was an empire chase Known as a great, great game And one of it's rooks came from stoke-on-trent And mortimer was his name
An impotent tea-bag spazz Pride of the vicar caste Sent off to asia Expansion land Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man Determined to be a man
He loved a nice sag aloo The long, lazy afternoons But soon he was singing A different tune It went something just like this
A billion flies on a horse's tail The spirit of a late, lame raj Punjabi's finest, bring me your wine list As the news comes across the air today: Tension grows in afghanistan Carbine bullets could settle the score-- I had a crap gin tonic it wounded me Send my way off on one Send my way off on one, two, three, four
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