Honey, honey 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 how we all laughed,But she laughed the loudest,Oh in '93,You could charm the bees nees of the bee, "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 '94
We all sang,Skipping and dancing hand in hand,Yeah with all the boys togetherAnd all the girls together
,She's the last of the English roses,She's the last of the English roses
,(I wish to be so whirl awake again),She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys,And her Kappas from her Reeboks,And her tit from her tat,And Winstons from her Enoks,It's fine and take what I,Coming out, coming alive
Round the Snooker table,You dance the Frutti-Tutti,She almost spilled her lagernToasting girls of great beauty,But the closing moved bynComing of age, coming alive,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,Yeah she's the last of the,English roses,She's the last of, last of the English,English roses,Ah sometimes you can't change,There'll be no place .
