QE3 (Winter '03)

Her name was Betsy
She was born Queen Elizabeth
I'm still sequestered in
Her empire long gone but festering
Yeah, I'm still court jestering

So tired of kneeling down here on the ground
Bowing and scraping to the crown
Banished from my sovereign land
Dismissed with a wave of her hand
You shouldn't draw lines in quick sand

Fa-diddle-dee-da-die
Fa-diddle-dee-da-die

Read your history books to see how long its been
You can hear the kind of song its been
Longing for nothing at all again
Sipping coffee at the mall again
I step off the pillar and I fall again
My head hits the pillow and she calls again
But its just Chuck Barris banging on the gong again
Reminding me how wrong I've been
But I would do it all again
You know I would do it all again

Now all the laughter is canned
Burn me like a book that's banned
At least then the ash would rise above the trees
Drift slowly towards the sea
I always knew I'd be a royal we
Fa-diddle-dee-da-die
Fa-diddle-dee-da-die

Her name was Betsy