My you did look dapper in your mother's
Old green scarf
With your famous Auntie Arthur's trousers on

You were slapped by that slapper
And how we all laughed
But you laughed the loudest

In '93...you could charm the bees knees of the bees

?Cheeky? you'd say and we all fell around

Rolling 'round the playground

?Saucy? you'd say and we all fell about

Rolling 'round the playground

Into '94

We all sang
Skipping and dancing hand in hand
Yeah with all the boys together

And all the girls together

She's the last of the English roses

She's the last of the English roses

(I wish to be so whirl awake again)

She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys
And her Kappas from her Reeboks
And her !@&^from her tat

And her Winstons from her Enochs
It's fine and take what I
Coming out, coming alive


Round the Snooker table
You dance the Frutti-Tutti


She almost spilled her lager
Toasting girls of great beauty


But the closing moved by
Coming of age, coming alive

All the boys together
And all the girls together


She's the last of the English roses
She's the last of the English roses
Yeah she's the last of the English roses

She's the last of, last of the English
English roses


Ah sometimes you can't change
There'll be no place
Ce soir, disons chez moi

Enfin je compte de toi
Je te drague la rose mystique
Tu l'arroses mystique?

Ha, vas-y
C'est mon monde de soleil