STILL ILL (BBC) - The Smiths



Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,

Put me on the train for London Town,

Take me anywhere,

Drop me anywhere,

Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham

But I don't care,

I should like to see my ...



I don't bless them

Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes

Hemmed in like a boar between arches

Her very Lowness with a head in a sling

I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing





I said Charles, don't you ever crave

To appear on the front of the Daily Mail

Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ?

Oh ...

And so, I checked all the registered historical facts

And I was shocked into shame to discover

How I'm the 18th pale descendant

Of some old queen or other





Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ?

Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ?





Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs

I swear to God

I swear : I never even knew what drugs were

Oh ...

So, I broke into the palace

With a sponge and a rusty spanner

She said :



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