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