WELCOME TO LONDON

Woah
Oh
Oh
Yeah!

I'm 'bout to fuck you up!
Welcome to London
You better start, start, start to run, then
Oh my, you're gonna die tonight
Welcome to London, my guy

I just wanna chill on the throne
But the bleeding dames won't leave me alone
Dirtplug church writing sermons against me
Put 'em in my dungeon, ain't no one gonna get me

Pay your debt of gold and piss right off
It's my face on the coin, I was chosen by God
It's not my fault that we're losing the war
I had a great plan ruined by my court chores

I had a full fleet waiting in the harbor
[?] on a daft mad larker
Send eighty more ships to capture the bastard
Lost 'em all in a natural disaster

Now since they're saying all hope is lost
They sit in fields watching trees and rocks
Well hang 'em all, put 'em all in the stocks
You can't treat me this way, I'm the king, I'm the boss!

I'm 'bout to fuck you up!
Welcome to London
You better start, start, start to run, then
Oh my, you're gonna die tonight
Welcome to London, my guy

Come on down with me
Come to London
It's the town if you feel like suet dumplings
Fish and fries while we're mulling the wine
You're eating meat pies with my fucking guys tonight

Welcome everybody!
You're listening to the fourth studio album, by the acclaimed band, 1 Trait Danger
This is, 1 Trait University
Grab the popcorn, get yourself a seat
This one's going to be a Bob's your uncle, cause this time, we're in London, baby!