Willy’s at the foodbank Polishing the brand Stepping from the Range Rover With nothing in his hand Kate is in a pink coat Willy’s jumper’s green They’ve brought a photographer They’re here to be seen
Willy’s at the foodbank Chatting to the staff Kate is sorting out the tins They’re both having a laugh Like this is all so normal This whip round for the poor With his green-jumpered patronage And the pink coat that she wore
Willy’s at the foodbank And no one’s going to say That they never used to need A foodbank round this way Kate is in a pink coat Willy’s jumper’s green While the folk who use the foodbank Are neither heard nor seen
‘Cause some of them are nurses And that would never do The Prince bestowing loaves of bread When claps would surely do They’ve brought a photographer To keep the image clean Kate is in a pink coat And Willy’s jumper’s green
Let me tell you ‘bout a boy named Harry And all the fuss about the girl he married She weren’t like them, she was a celebrity No eyes of blue, American too She would never fit in to their family
But she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
Let me tell you ’bout a bloke called Charlie Spent his whole life waiting for his mum’s last party Crowned at last and everything would be alright Then son number one And son number two Had a set too and broke the dog’s bowl in a fight
While she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
Let me tell you ’bout a woman called Camilla Charlie’s regular date for dinner The Princess of All Our Hearts ain’t for me I wanna be your tampon Come on, let’s get it on I don’t care if I’m indiscreet
And she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
Let me tell you ’bout a prince called William The whole of Wales was his dominion Hier to the throne, all he has to do is stay alive But he fought with his brother In the absence of his mother About their choice of royal wives
And she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
Let me tell you ’bout the whole damn lot of ‘em How much better it would be to be shot of ‘em Off with their heads, and those of all their friends Gold, gilt and greed Something we don’t need And that’s the way the story ends
While she sang Harry, Harry won’t you fly with me It could be so much better Shooting Taliban together What a power couple we will be
His Royal Highness Dressed to oppress In his brightest whitest colonial best Atop a Land Rover owned by Queen Bess Says I feel sorrow about the slaves I feel so sorry you feel that way Britannia rules the waves