[Verse] Aye, the footmen are frantic in their indignation You see, The Queens took a taxi herself to the station! Where the porters, surprised by her lack of Royal baggage Bustle her and three corgis to the rear of the carriage For the train it is crammed with all Europes nobility And theres none of them famous for their compatibility Theres a fight over seats, I beg pardon Your Grace But youll find that ones mine, so get back in yr place! Aye, but where are they going? All the porters debate Why theyre going to Newcastle and they dare not be late For theyre launching a boat on the Tyne at high tide And theyve come from all over, from far and from wide Theres the old Dalai Lama, aye and the Pontiff of Rome Every palace in Europe, and theres nay bugger home Theres the Duchess of Cornwall and the loyal Prince of Wales Looking crushed and uncomfortable in his top hat and tails Why, they havent got tickets, Come now, its just a detail There was no time to purchase and one simply has to prevail For well get to the shipyards or well end up in jail! When the last ship sails [Chorus] Oh, the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers The noise at the end of the world in your ears As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea And the last ship sails [Bridge] And whatever youd promised, whatever youve done And whatever the station in life youve become In the name of the Father, in the name of the Son And no matter the weave of this life that youve spun On the Earth or in Heaven or under the Sun When the last ship sails [Chorus] Oh, the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers The noise at the end of the world in your ears As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea And the last ship sails
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