The Bastard King Of England

 

Oh, the [C]minstrels sing of an English king of many long years ago,

Who [G7]ruled his land with an iron hand though his [C]mind was weak and low.

He loved to hunt the bounding stag, out in the verdant wood,

But his favourite a-[G7]musement  was just [C]pulling the royal pud.

 

He was [F]dirty and lousy and full of fleas

And his [C]terrible tool hung to his [G7]knees.

[C]God [Am]bless the [Em]Bastard [Am]king of [D7]Eng[C]land.

 

Oh, the [C]Queen of Spain was an amorous Jane, a lascivious wench was she,

Who [G7]longed to fool with the royal tool,  but was [C]far across the sea.

So she sent a special message by a special messenger,

In which she did  in-[G7]vite the king to [C]spend a night in her.

 

He was [F]dirty and lousy and full of fleas

And his [C]terrible tool hung to his [G7]knees.

[C]God [Am]bless the [Em]Bastard [Am]king of [D7]Eng[C]land.

 

When [C]Philip of France was told this news he swore unto his court,

“The [G7]Queen  prefers my rival just be-[C]cause my tool is short.”

So he sent the Duke of Zippity-Zap to slip the queen a dose of clap

To pass it on to the [G7]Bastard King of [C]England.

 

He was [F]dirty and lousy and full of fleas

And his [C]terrible tool hung to his [G7]knees.

[C]God [Am]bless the [Em]Bastard [Am]king of [D7]Eng[C]land.

 

Now [C]when his spies informed the king, he stalked the royal halls,

And [G7]then he swore by the shirt he wore, he'd [C]have the Frenchman’s balls.

So he offered half his kingdom, and a piece of Queen Hortense,

To any loyal [G7]Englishman who’d [C]geld the King of France.

 

He was [F]dirty and lousy and full of fleas

And his [C]terrible tool hung to his [G7]knees.

[C]God [Am]bless the [Em]Bastard [Am]king of [D7]Eng[C]land.

 

So the [C]Duke of Sussex mounted his horse and straightway rode to France.

Where he [G7]swore he was a poofter and the [C]Frenchman dropped his pants.

And the Duke slipped a thong on His Majesty’s dong, jumped on his horse and galloped along,

And dragged him to the [G7]Bastard King of [C]England.

 

He was [F]dirty and lousy and full of fleas

And his [C]terrible tool hung to his [G7]knees.

[C]God [Am]bless the [Em]Bastard [Am]king of [D7]Eng[C]land.

 

When the [C]Bastard saw this eerie sight he puked all over the floor,

For [G7]during the ride the Frenchman’s pride had [C]stretched a yard or more.

And all the girls of London town cried: “Give the Frenchman the British crown.”

And [G7]“Down with the Bastard King of [C]England.”

 

So [F]Philip of France usurped the throne

His [C]scepter was the royal [G7]bone

With [C]which he [Am]ditched the [Em]Bastard [Am]King of [D7]Eng[C]land

 

He was [F]dirty and lousy and full of fleas

And his [C]terrible tool hung to his [G7]knees.

[C]God [Am]bless the [Em]Bastard [Am]king of [D7]Eng[C]land.

 

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