We are the Roundheads, we don't want kings no more,
That's why we started, the English civil war.
People say we're not fun, but we disagree,
Especially when explaining, parliamentary democracy.
We are particularly excited by the noticens of jurisprudence...
That's enough dullness, we're the calvaier crew,
Supporting King Charles, and everything that he'll do.
Puritians bore us, it's really a crime,
When your parliamentary buisness, cuts our parting time.
Roundheads, soundheads, keep the music down heads,
Rules and regulations led, dull but fair.
Calvariers three cheers, wackier head gears,
We live to boogie with our peers. Unfair? Don't care!
I am the king, I can do what I'd like,
Start up a war, or a big tax hike.
Got a french wife, she's a catholic.
O Lord!
Really king Charles, we're not quite sure!
Insolence! Is that how you talk to the crown,
I am the king, I'll just close parliament down.
I'll think you find, that's in need of due process.
Here's what we say to that, now clear up this mess!
Roundheads, soundheads, witches should be drowned heads,
Don't believe in crowned heads, parliament's our thing.
Calvaliers three cheers, your superiours,
We're all toffs who cry 'Here, Here' and 'God Save The King'.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Calvariers! Roundheads! The English Civil War!
(Why is it called 'civil'? May I kill you please? Sure! )
Love civil wars, to be fought on this land,
If I get to power, christmas will be banned.
No chance Cromwell, vitory will be mine,
You'll never pass a ban on mince pies and mulled wine.
That's what you think, just wait 'til you're caught,
I also scrap theatre, music and sport.
Your pathetic war will finish, even before it's begun,
We've taken Charles prisoner, the Roundheads have won!
Oh!
Victory three cheers, Cavaliers in tears,
No power for years, I'm the leader of the pack!
Charles head Roundhead, hurrah now the king's dead,
Sins binned instead a righteous track.
But we'll be back!
