The Last of the English Roses

My, you did look dapper in your mothers
 Old green scarf
 With your famous Auntie Aurthur's trousers on
 You were slapped by that slapper
 And we all laughed
 She laughed the loudest
 Oh in ninety-three
 You could charm the bees nees of 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 with 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 Reebok
 And her tit from her tat
 And Winston's from her Enok's
 It's fine and i'll take what I
 Coming out, coming alive
 Round the Snooker table
 You dance the Frutti-Tutti
 She almost spilled her lager
 Toasting girls of great beauty
 But the closing moved by
 Coming of age, coming alive
 And hey, and 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's the last of the English roses
 She's the last of the English rose
 (Ah sometimes you can't change
 There'll be no place
 Ce soir, disons chez moi
 Enfin je compte de toi
 Je te drague la rose mystique
 Tu l'arrose mystique?
 Ha, vas-y
 C'est mon monde de soleil)