Anyone whose lived around these parts Or ever knew'd us Is well aware that you should never mess with the Tudors My Grandad Henry Seventh He beat King Richard That's him pictured Defeating the Tyke He liked his name so much that To keep alive is memory He called his own son Henry What was he like
Everyone said Hen-er-y the eighth was a baddy I have to agree Even though he was my daddy (Just popping of to chop some wives) Cos we're Tudors Britain's biggest feuders And just like barracudas We kill with methods foul
Tudors Each enemy a Judas At least we're not as rude as Simon Cowell My reign was quite notorious I liked to hunt and slaughter But then you had a daughter Mary was her name It was a son I wanted So I divorced her mother Then wife two had another A girl? Not again (That's me your talking about)
Tudor Superior to you, duh Who followed me as ruler Best not to ask It must have been my laddie Yes sicky little Eddie Was I'll and soon got deady And who came next? Your daughters then took over First came Bloody Mary My sisters rule was scary So all hail me Tudors The history books reviewed us As nutters and big bruisers Who kill and cull I never had an heir So our reign ended there We my not have been fair But we were never dull
