The Queen’s c*nt lyrics

I've been to Billericay and I’ve been to Frinton-on-sea
It's so f*cking posh there, they're not allowed to have a chippy
I have been to Brentwood and I’ve wandered through Orsett
It is so upmarket they even pick up their dogsh*t

I've driven through Belgravia and once got lost in Mayfair
But there's one place posher than any of these and I'll never get to go there

The Queen's c*nt, the Queen's c*nt
It's not the kind of c*nt that you might see when you are drunk
The Queen's c*nt, the Queen’s c*nt
It’s not the kind of c*nt where you be allowed to spunk

If one's going to drink from the furry cup
One has to hold one’s finger up

The Queen's c*nt must be impressive, just like her home, Buck House
I bet it's never stunk of fish and never seen a louse
It's got grade two listed p*ssflaps and a preserving order on her clit
I bet her muff gets a regular trim from a man who’s paid to do it

The Queen's c*nt's too posh to have a c*ck in so one of her servants applied
Some silken gloves to hold her f*ckflaps apart while a butler wanked Philip inside
These days no one can get near it, that's why Prince Philip's got blue balls
The only thing allowed up it is a dildo made of jewels
The Queen's c*nt, the Queen's c*nt
It's the poshest place in Britain, I say that without a doubt
The Queen's c*nt, the Queen's c*nt
You have to suck a peppermint if you're going to lick it out

The Queen's c*nt, the Queen's c*nt
It's not the kind of c*nt you'd ever get to shunt
The Queen's c*nt, the Queen's c*nt
Apparently it's etiquette to view it from the front