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kunt and the gang – god save the queen’s cunt [2020 version] lyrics

[intro]
bada+bada, bop+bop+ba+dadada
bada+bada, bop+bop+ba+dadada
bada+bada, bop+bop+ba+dadada
bada+bada, bop+bop+ba+da

[verse 1]
there’s a bloke called alan farthing
gynecologist to the royals
he’s had to sign the official secrets act
for the fannies over which he toils
you see, he’s fondled fergie’s f+ck+flaps
and he’s fisted princess di
he’s seen middleton’s m+ff, and markle’s minge
and camilla parker+bowles’ brown eye
but there’s one v+g+n+ that tops the list +
it’s the pride of alan’s c.v
it’s ninety years old, it’s got grey p+b+s
trimmed as neat as neat can bе!

[chorus]
the queen’s c+nt
the queen’s c+nt
it’s the poshеst minge in britain
i say that without a doubt
the queen’s c+nt
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
the queen’s c+nt
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
you would have to suck a peppermint
if you were going to l!ck it out

[bridge]
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
[spoken:] if one is going to drink from the furry cup + one has to hold one’s finger up!

[verse 2]
the royal box must be the jewel in the crown
of alan farthing’s repertoire
it’s got a crest with a lion and a unicorn on
that reads: ‘dieu et mon droit’ (ooh+la+la!)
it has grade ii listed l+b++
and a preserving order on her cl+t
there’s a pair of beefeaters standing guard
at the entrance to her slit!
the queen’s+queen’s too posh to have a c+ck inserted
so one of her servants applied
some silken gloves to hold her f+ck+flaps apart
while her butler went feeling inside
since he retired from pubic duty
the duke of edinburgh’s got blue b+lls (blue b+lls!)
now the only thing allowed up the queen’s c+nt
is a d+ld+ made of jewels!
[chorus]
the queen’s c+nt
the queen’s c+nt
it’s not the kind of c+nt
where you or i would get to sp+nk

the queen’s c+nt
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
the queen’s c+nt
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
it’s not the type of c+nt
that one might see when one is drunk

the queen’s c+nt
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
the queen’s c+nt
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
is the poshest sn+tch in britain
without a shadow of a doubt

the queen’s c+nt
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
the queen’s c+nt
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
it smells so much like truffles
a little pig could sniff it out
[outro]
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)
(god save it + god save the queen’s c+nt!)

- kunt and the gang lyrics

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