Virgin On The Rocks
Got a number twenty-two to see the Virgin on the Rocks
Passed the Star of (???), felt we had to stop
The pier was pretty weak, the sandwiches curled on their own
Farmer’s wife was dancing and I couldn’t use the phone
Old England, sawdust in my champagne
Old England, maybe I’ll try today
So you can (Ferdinand?) her best friend
’Twas a typical Sunday, had to go to Brick Lane
Pulled out my good old bicycle, (green Harrods’ smack?) again
Pete was in his place, the stolen jewelry display
The hardened bargain hunters distracted me again
Old England, sawdust in my champagne
Old England, maybe I’ll try again
So you can (Ferdinand?) her best friend
She was sitting on the rocks, no halo, halo
Was she a naughty girl, did she commit a crime?
I’d give her a sitting any day
Paint five golden stars around her head
Her halo’s not the most important thing
But to be in a picture by Mr. da Vinci’s good enough for me
Good enough for me
So we got to see the painting, displayed with elegance
I love the National Gallery and all it represents
Thought about the Virgin, in love with her best friend
When you have the halo, I think I’ll try to (mend?)
Old England, sawdust in my champagne
Old England, sawdust in my champagne
Old England, Old England, Old England
Old England, Old England, Old England, Old England
Old England, sawdust in my champagne (Old England, Old England, Old England)
Old England, sawdust in my champagne (Old England, Old England, Old England)
Old England, sawdust in my champagne (Old England, Old England, Old England)
Old England, sawdust in my champagne (Old England, Old England, Old England)
“Look Anita, there goes the King of Luxembourg!”
“Oh, he’s beautiful!”
“Oh, my noble prince…”
“Goodbye!”