Phooey To the Royals
Phooey to the Royals
By Elton Camp
In the USA, we are all Mister, Mrs. or Miss
The royal titled our collective foot can kiss
In England they sure seem to take delights
Giving flattering titles to economic parasites
When I hear baron, lord, prince, earl or duke,
Titles really just sort of make me want to puke
Seems to me that they have an awful lot of nerve
Accepting honors they done nothing to deserve
It makes me wonder just how they come to rate
Being subsidized financially by the British state
I can not see just how on this good, green earth
They deserve anything from an accident of birth
A royal nabob might even become less of a jerk
If, like the common folk, he had to go out to work
But I suppose the English will tolerate it anyhow
Still to their royal highnesses will scrape and bow
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