We love our queen like we love the sun, no matter if she's living or dead.
That's why tonight, she gets no delight, when they take home our regal queen's head!
We love our great queen, when she's strutting about. Dressed in those riches, not fake.
But she messed up her life, with those powerful words. I say; Let them eat cake.
Oh silly dear queen, did not she realize, we have not the cake to eat?
Although it's been said, she really meant bread, there's a punishment for just such a deed.
The natives are restless, and blood's in the air. We're setting up guillotines, just to be fair.
The rope is pulled down, with blade sharp as knife. The lever is latched, to end the queen's life.
Straws to be drawn, for who gets the prize. A trinket to take, reward of great size.
Jimmy Gee was the winner, to place by his bed. Not only her crown, but our regal queen's head.
He said, folks have put skulls on their desks and their walls, since the early beginnings of time.
But this must be a first, we may start a new fad! The queen's head will only be mine!
A lesson to learn, by our fair queen of life, is one we will follow all days.
No matter how rich and powerful one is, you still must watch what ye say.