Last of the English Roses

Honey, honey

My, you did look dapper in your mother's old green scarf

With your famous Auntie Arthur's trousers on

You were slapped by that slapper

And how we all laughed

But she laughed the loudest

Only ninety-three

You could charm the bees knees off the bees

Cheeky you'd say and we all fell around

Rolling round the playground

Saucy you'd say and we all fell about

Rolling round the playground

In the ninety-four

We all sang

Skipping and dancing hand in hand

Yeah, it was all the boys together

And all the girls together

She's the last of the English roses

She's the last of the English roses

She knows her Rodney's from her Stanley's

And her Kappas from her Reeboks

And her tit from her tat

And Winston's from her Enok's

It's fine and take what I

Coming out coming alive

Round the Snooker table

You dance the Fruity-Tutti

She almost spilled her lager

Toasting girls of great beauty

But the closing moved by

Coming of age coming live

All the boys together

And all the girls together

She's the last of the English roses

She's the last of the English roses

Yeah, she's the last of the English roses

She's the last of, last of the English, English roses