My,
You did look dapper in your mothers
Old green scarf
With your famous Auntie Aurthurs trousers on
You were slapped by that slapper
And we all laughed
But she laughed the loudest
Oh in 93
You could charm the bees nees of the bees

Cheeky youd say and we all fell around
Rolling round the playground
Saucy youd say and we all fell about
Rolling round the playground
In the 94
We all sang
Skipping and dancing hand in hand

Yeah with all the boys together
And all the girls together

Shes the last of the English roses
Shes the last of the English roses

She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys
And her Kappas from her Reebok
And her [bad word] from her tat
And Winstons from her Enoks
Its fine and take what [bad word] out [bad word] alive
Round the Snooker table
You dance the [bad word] Tutti
She almost spilled her lager
Toasting girls of great beauty

But the closing moved [bad word] of [bad word] alive
All the boys together
And all the girls together

Shes the last of the English roses
Shes the last of the English roses
Yeah shes the last of the English roses
Shes the last of, last of the English Roses

Ah sometimes you cant change
Therell be no place
Ce soir, disons chez moi
Enfin [bad word] de toi
Je te drague la rose mystique
Tu larrose mystique?
Ha, vas-y
Cest mon monde de soleil