And you, Jackie White, shall I pass you this chalice?
Is there something afoot down at Buckingham Palace?

Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation
You see, "The Queen's took a taxi herself to the station!"
Where the porters, surprised by her lack of Royal baggage
Bustle her and three corgis to the rear of the carriage
For the train it is crammed with all Europe's nobility
And there's none of them famous for [bad word] 
There's a fight over seats, "I beg pardon Your Grace
But you'll find that one's mine, so get back in yr place!"
"Aye, but where are they going?" All the porters debate
"Why they're going to Newcastle and they dare not be late
For they're launching a boat on the Tyne at high tide
And [bad word] from all over, from far and from wide"
There's the old Dalai Lama, aye and the Pontiff of Rome
Every palace in Europe, and there's nay bugger home
There's the Duchess of Cornwall and the loyal Prince of Wales
Looking [bad word] and [bad word] in his top hat and tails
"Why, they haven't got tickets," [bad word] now, it's just a detail
There was no time to purchase and one simply has to prevail
For we'll get to the shipyards or we'll end up in jail
When the last ship sails!"

Oh, the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers
The noise at the end of the world in your ears
As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea

And the last ship sails

It's a strange kind of beauty
It's cold and austere
And whatever it was that you've done to be here
It's the sum of your hopes, your despairs and your fears

When the last ship sails

Well the first to arrive saw these signs in the east
Like that strange moving finger at Balthazar's Feast
Where they asked the advice of some wandering priest
And the sad ghosts of men whom they'd thought long deceased
And whatever got said, they'd be counted at least

When the last ship sails

Oh, the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers
The noise at the end of the world in your ears
As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea

And the last ship sails

And whatever you'd promised, whatever you've done
And whatever the station in life you've [bad word] 
In the name of the Father, in the name of the Son
And no matter the weave of this life that you've spun
On the Earth or in Heaven or under the Sun

When the last ship sails

Oh, the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers
The noise at the end of the world in your ears
As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea

And the last ship sails