Everything’s Hunky Dory

Any fool to wear the crown

No rusted hag in London Town

There’s a pair of Queens

and one of them is leaving her seat

They know what they’ve done

don’t care what they say on the street

He says he’s got the receipts, then he’s got the receipts

he don’t make false claims

There’s a taste in our mouth

and it’s no taste at all

She’s so witchy in her pantsuit and mask

No hard questions or she’ll take you to task

Oh God, we could do better than that