Peter Doherty Last Of The English Roses

Honey, honey

My you did look dapper in your mothers

Old green scarf

With your famous Auntie Aurthur’s trousers on

You were slapped by that slapper

And how we all laughed

But she laughed the loudest

Oh in ‘93

You could charm the bees nees of the bees

“Cheeky” you’d say and we all fell around

Rolling ’round the playground

“Saucy” you’d say and we all fell about

Rolling ’round the playground

In the ‘94

We all sang

Skipping and dancing hand in hand

Yeah with all the boys together

And all the girls together

She’s the last of the English roses

She’s the last of the English roses

(I wish to be so whirl awake again)

She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys

And her Kappas from her Reeboks

And her tit from her tat

And Winstons from her Enoks

It’s fine and take what I

Coming out, coming alive

Round the Snooker table

You dance the Frutti-Tutti

She almost spilled her lager

Toasting girls of great beauty

But the closing moved by

Coming of age, coming alive

All the boys together

And all the girls together

She’s the last of the English roses

She’s the last of the English roses

Yeah she’s the last of the English roses

She’s the last of, last of the English

English roses

Ah sometimes you can’t change

There’ll be no place

Ce soir, disons chez moi

Enfin je compte de toi

Je te drague la rose mystique

Tu l’arrose mystique?

Ha, vas-y

C’est mon monde de soleil