Here's one for you!
Boy with no name, he was only 18
Never laughed to much
Hated the monarchy
Yes he hated the Queen
Real antisocial and he acted real mean
Was he in a dream?
Dowsing her lights
Was in his dreams
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
So full of hate and full of fury
To tell you a story
You could say
He was a one man jury
Catalog of anger posted through your door
Your door, your door, your door
The chance would come to even the score
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Stole a gun and he stole a car
Oh boy, oh boy
With a pretty Polly he would go far
Down to London where the bright lights are
Lights are, lights are, lights are
And I say
The mission is his decision
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
He took out the gun
On that fateful day
The wind blew cold and the sky was grey
He pointed the gun
And then he pulled the trigger
The message that he would now deliver
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Hey, Tom? Can we do the rumpas again?
