The queen in her gilded coach pulled by four horses
Came gliding on the sea and towards shore where a group
Of men waited to be knighted
They had done their duty kept their mouth shut and
Averted their eyes to the state`s illegal acts and now
Pay off a title and membership on a board
The queen came ashore she had a white lion cub in
One hand and a hammer in the other and with it hit
Each man over the head they fell to the ground…dead.
The queen a Marxist revolutionary had been silent so
Long but she was old, the truth had to come out
No more horse-drawn carriage, but she kept the lion cub.