The Prince to me a royal pain doth give,
So saith the throne, else cannot live.
To see the fairest Fergie ne’er again!
Oh yay oh yay (etc.)
A King who reigns, yet keeps his brother nigh,
Must love reject where power best apply
To keep the crown from ruin once again.
Oy veh, oy veh (etc.)
Embedded in his lust, Prince Andrew would instead
Much rather be dethron’d upon his bed,
But once beneath the royal counterpane,
The princeling by his ruler, Sex, is slain,
And so he must be booted to Bahrain.
Inshallah, Inshallah (etc.)