Familus Horribilus lyrics

Kick, kick, kick, kick
Kicking at the gates like I`m an urban guerrilla
And going for the victory like the Thrilla in Manila
We`re a nation of shoplifters, we`re druggies, petty crooks
It seems to be our style, we haven`t horsey looks

It`ll be funky, it`ll be funky yeah, it`ll be funky

Queenie`s feeling meanie, we`ve seen her get her cash taxed
Can`t hear the jeers, they fear she needs her ears waxed
Chuckie`s riding bareback but only playing polo
It`s no go with the missus and now he`s going solo

Charlie`s lost his marlies, he used to be a pillar
Before he got busted and lusted for Camilla
Squidgy getting fidgety at home all alone
And Gilbey, we know he`ll be shortly answering the phone

The family, the family, the family horribilus
The family, the family....

The suitors are all looters and they`re closing in on Fergie
Their game was fame but now they`ve got the lurgy
The family`s expanding and everyone`s a stand-in
A palace full of malice as everyone is crammed in

As Lizzie`s getting older, over her shoulder there`s a rival
Dizzy Di is busy sowing the seeds of survival
You wanna sow some seeds, well get on your tractor
And get Eddie out of bed or he`ll never make an actor

It`ll be funky, it`ll be funky yeah, it`ll be funky...

The royals are spreading like boils, it does your head in
We have no choice, we`re invoiced for the weddings
It`s like a soap, a Dallas or a Dynasty
We live in hope to put them out their misery

Fire the freaky family, we`re tired of the cheek
As you holiday your life away our futures look bleak
As your castle`s burning down you want the people to pay for it
Ask us to defend you, we`ve got nothing to say for it

The family, the family, the family horribilus
The family, the family...

Kicking at the gates like we think we`re on the guest list
We`re told to wait - too late, we`re getting restless
The crowd is swelling as they`re smelling the thrill
There`s dancing in the rubble and there`s trouble at the mill

There`s warning of the storming, news of the resistance
The peasants are revolting, advancing from the distance
There`s panic and there`s anarchy and breaking the rules
They`re making fake money and they`re taking the jewels

What will it be? Funky! (x4)

All without a fuss, the coup has been victorious
The banners wave, proclaiming that it`s glorious

What will it be? Funky! (x4)

It`ll be funky, it`ll be funky yeah.. (x2)