What are the lyrics to the boudicca song?

Answer 1

Gonna Cause A Stink, Wont Be The First To Blink, I'm Not Who You Think, Don't Mess With Me I'm Boudiccaaaa! My Husband Prestartadi-tadisdad He Was A Celtic king, I Was His Queen To Due To Me Was Half Of Everything, Roman Lore Gave Half To Me So Half Was What They Got, Till There Nasty Soldiers Came And Took The Blessed Lot, Hey! Mister I Say You've Got The Wrong End Of The Stick, He's Answer Turned His Sister Into One Angry Chick! No Men Romen I'll Pusher Round His Wo-men, You Wont Get Far, With Boudicca, Fo-men Yo Men Smash The Roman Fo-men All Say Ya (Ya!) Boudicca, I Built A Massive Army Headed Straight For The City, Beat Them All With Ease And Likely It Wasn't Pretty, Chopped 'em And Hack But, Which Made There Red Blood Curl, (Its Bad Enough Being Beatean,But Beatean By A Girl?) Whacked 'Em Slapped Boy Are We Actem Here And Far,HaHaHa Fladem Sladem Up And Down The Radem (Boudicca) Toughest By Far! (Couches Of London Saint Orben Everyone Talk Dead Romans!) We Marched Up-on The Roman Road That's Known As Watling Street! They Trapped Us In The Forest Then Thrashed Us To Defeated By Now You've Guessed I'm Not The Kind Of Girl Who Sit And Cry, Be Solderers Slaved To Romans? You Know I Rather Die, They Tried To Take Me Prisoner So I Let The Roman Boy's Off, Instead Of Giving In To Them I Swallowed Special Poison, (Martes Smarter Catcher And Off Starter This Was Are Lastera,) Slaughter Dismembered Are Tribe Always Remebered (Boudica Super-Star Boudica) Super-Star!

Answer 2

By the way....this is my favourite horrible histories song ever!

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gonna cause a stink,

won't be the first to blink,

I'm not who you think don't mess with me I'm Boudicca

my husband presetagus died, he was a Celtic king

i was his queen so due to me was half of everything

roman law gave half to me so half was what they got

till their nasty soldiers came and took the blessed lot

hey mister, i say you've got the wrong end of the stick

his answer turned his sister into one angry chick!

No man, roman, will push around this woman

you won't get far, with boudicca

foeman, yoeman, smash the roman foe man

all say ya (ya) Boudicca!

I built a massive army headed straight for the city

beat 'em all with ease and likely it wasn't pretty!

Choppen 'em and hacked 'em but what made their red blood curl

Roman: bad enough being beaten, but beaten by a girl?!

Wacked 'em smacked 'em boy how we attacked them

near and far, hahaha

flayed 'em slayed 'em up and down parade 'em

boudicca, toughest by far

Colchester, London, St. Alban, everybody talk about dead Romans

we marched on up the roman road what's know as Watley? street

they trapped us in the forest then thrashed us to our defeat

by now you've guessed I'm not the kind of girl to sit and cry

be sold a slave to Romans, you know i'd rather die!

Thry tried to take me prisoner so i led the roman boys on

instead of giving in to them i swallowed special poison

Martyr, smarter, capturer, non-starter

this was our last hurrah

slaughtered, dismembered, our tribe always remembered

boudicca, superstar

boudicca superstar

Dont diss this miss

Answer 3

Gonna cause a stink,

Wont be the first to blink,

I'm not who you think,

IM BOUDICA!

My husband Presetagus died, he was a Celtic king,

I was his Queen, so due to me was half of everything.

Roman law gave half to me, so half was what they got.

Till their nasty soldiers came and took the bles( Break Down Here)sed lot.

'Hey Mister, I say you got the wrong end of the stick!'

His answer turned this sister into one angry chick!

No man, Roman will Push around this woman

You won't get far, with Boudicca

Foeman, yeoman,

Smash the Roman foeman

All say yah! (Yah!) Boudicca!

I built a massive army

Headed straight for the city

Beat 'em all with ease

And like me, it wasn't pretty

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Chopped 'em and hacked but

What made their red blood curl

Bad enough being beaten

But beaten by a girl?

Wacked 'em, smacked 'em

Boy how we attacked 'em

Near and far, ha ha ha!

Flayed 'em, slayed 'em

Up and down parade 'em

Boudicca! Toughest by far!

Colchester, London, St. Albans

Everybody talk about dead Romans!

We marched on up the Roman road

That's known as Watling Street

They trapped us in the forest

Then thrashed us to our defeat

By now you'd guessed I'm not the kind

Of girl to sit and cry

Be sold a slave to Romans?

You know I'd rather die!

They tried to take me prisoner

So I led the Roman boys on

Instead of giving in to them

I swallowed special poison!

Martyr, smarter

Capturer non-starter

This was our last hurrah!

Slaughtered, dismembered

Our tribe always remembered

Boudicca! Superstar!

Boudicca! Superstar!

Don`t diss this miss!

Answer 4

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