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