VIC:

I love to be a British Queen

I am Victoria, you see

Now where's my British butler, with my British cup of tea?

BUT:

Tea is not from Britain, ma'am

From India it was brought,

Yes, for your cup a-thousands died

And many wars were fought.

VIC:

British things, B-British things

It seems that tea is not

BUT:

British things, B-British things

Can I sweeten it a jot?

VIC:

Do tell me sugar's British though?

BUT:

No, it's Carribean imported

For sugar in your cup of tea,

Slavery's been supported

I know it's wrong, your Majesty,

But slaves in Africa,

Work hard in fields of sugar cane,

To sweeten up your char (?)

BOTH:

British things, B-British things,

I thought that there were many,

British things, B-British things,

BUT:

Afraid there's hardly any.

You know your British cotton vest?

VIC:

What's wrong with it, explain?

BUT:

The cotton's from America,

And picked by

VIC:

slaves again,

BUT:

Your empire's built on fighting wars,

That's how your income's swollen,

Your British things are from abroad,

And most are frankly stolen,

BOTH:

British things, B-British things,

I thought that there were many,

British things, B-British things,

It seems there's hardly any.

VIC:

Whatever next? Go on, pray tell,

BUT:

Our British Queen is foreign as well?

VIC:

It's true, I am of foreign descent,

BUT:

And your husband, Albert,

VIC:

A German gent.

At least I've got a British name,

BUT:

Victoria's Latin,

VIC:

That's a shame!

BOTH:

British things, B-British things,

There are none, we declare.

All our favourite British things

Seem to come from elsewhere...

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