Fear me you lords and lady preachers
I descend upon your Earth from the skies
 [bad word] your very souls you unbelievers
Bring before me what is mine, the seven seas of rhye

Can you hear me you peers and privy counsellors
I stand before you naked to the eyes
I will destroy any man who dares abuse my [bad word] 
I swear that you'll be mine, the seven seas of rhye

Sister, I live and lie for you
Mister, do and I'll die
You are mine, I possess you, I belong to you forever

Storm the master-marathon, I'll fly through
By flash and thunder-fire I'll survive, I'll survive, I'll survive I'll survive, I'll survive
Then I'll defy the laws of nature [bad word] out alive
Then I’ll get you
Be gone with you, you shod and shady senators
Give out the good, leave out the bad evil cries
I challenge the mighty titan and his troubadours
And with a smile I'll take you to the seven seas of rhye

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
Oh I do like to be beside the sea
Where the brass band plays, tidily, Om, pom, pom
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
Oh I do like to be beside the sea
Where they crowd beside the sea
And besides themselves with glee beside the seaside